"But ought you to go on attending her?" he got out.
"I shan't do her any harm, shall I, because I am madly in love with her, because I could kiss the ground she walks on, because I'd give my life for hers and day?" Gabriel's face might have been carved. "She treats me like a dog. ..."
Gabriel made a gesture of dissent, Margaret could not treat any one like a dog.
"Oh, yes, she does, she says I'm not fit to wipe the mud off your shoes. ..."
Then Margaret knew. He was a little stunned and taken by surprise to think Margaret knew her doctor was in love with her, knew and had kept him in attendance. But of course she was right, everything she did was right. She had not taken the matter seriously.
"I suppose I'd better go." Peter dropped his feet to the ground, rose slowly. "She won't see me again if she says she won't. She's got her bromide. You might ring me up in the morning and tell me how she is, if she wants me to come round. That's not too much to ask, is it?" he said savagely.
"Not at all," Gabriel answered coldly. "I should of course do anything she wished." Peter paused a moment at the door.
"I say, you're not going to try and put her off me, are you? Just because I've let myself go to you?"
"I am not authorised to interfere in Mrs. Capel's