“What are you doing then?”
“I’m in a shop.”
“Oh!”
She gave him a quick glance and turned her eyes away at once. He thought that she reddened. She dabbed her palms nervously with the handkerchief.
“You’ve not forgotten all your doctoring, have you?”She jerked the words out quite oddly.
“Not entirely.”
“Because that’s why I wanted to see you.” Her voice sank to a hoarse whisper. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me.”
“Why don’t you go to a hospital?”
“I don’t like to do that, and have all the stoodents staring at me, and I’m afraid they’d want to keep me.”“What are you complaining of?” asked Philip coldly, with the stereotyped phrase used in the out-patients’room.