"He won't be a bit of good, you know. He never is. He doesn't even
know we sent for you."
"Well, then--"
"You'd better tell me straight out. You'll have to, in the end. Is it
serious?"
"No. But it will be if we don't stop it. How long has it been going
on?"
"Ever since we came to this place."
"Six months, you said. And she's been worse than this last month?"
"Much worse."
"If it was only the anæmia--"
"Isn't it?"
"Yes--among other things."
"Not--her heart?"
"No--her heart's all right." He corrected himself. "I mean there's
no disease in it. You see, she ought to have got well up here in this
air. It's the sort of place you send anæmic people to to cure them."
"The dreadful thing is that she doesn't like the place."
"Ah--that's what I want to get at. She isn't happy in it?"
"No. She isn't happy."