Medfield turned his head restively. "Everywhere," he said. "Up my back
and shoulders--the right one--and in my head."
"Your head aches, does it?" That was the outside question; and inside,
all the little therapeutic fibres in Dr. Carmon's stubby figure were
saying to him: "His head is as good as yours is, this minute! What's
the matter with him? Buck up--and find out!"
He put his hand on the patient's wrist. "What would you like for
dinner?" he asked.
"I couldn't eat anything," said Medfield passively.
"Not a nice chop--with some asparagus and mayonnaise?" The doctor was
watching the face.