"What do you mean? Is she really ill?"
"N-no. I don't think so, but she is very feverish and wretched, poor
kiddy. I tried to get hold of Dr Martin this afternoon, but he was miles
away on an urgent case, and won't be back till to-morrow. But I got Dr
Farquharson----"
"Roaring Radical!" said I in horror-struck tones.
--"Yes, dear, but such a nice old thing; and Scotch too, Robin----"
"Aberdonian," said Robin dubiously.
"Well," continued my wife, "he said she would need care, and must stay
in bed. He was in a tearing hurry, as he had to go on to one of
Stridge's meetings--horrid creature!--but he promised to come again on
his way home. Do you think it very important that I should come with
you?"