The tears came to his eyes, then dried suddenly.
“But she’s been attending the doctor in Nottingham — and she never told me,” he said.
“If I’d have been at home,” said Annie, “I should have seen for myself.”
He felt like a man walking in unrealities. In the afternoon he went to see the doctor. The latter was a shrewd, lovable man.
“But what is it?” he said.
The doctor looked at the young man, then knitted his fingers.