"I believe Dr. Ballin was most concerned about the injury to my nerves," he said. "Have you noticed anything wrong with them?"
"Not lately. They seem to be in a normal state."
"That," said Herbert, "is my own opinion. You wouldn't imagine that I had just finished a rather trying interview?"
"No; you look more amused than upset."
"There was something humorous in the situation; that's often the case when you see greedy people wasting effort and ingenuity. Perhaps you heard my visitors expressing their anxiety about my health, though I've a suspicion that they felt more like wishing the car had made an end of me."
The nurse laughed and told him that he had better rest; and Herbert lay back upon the cushions she arranged, with calm content.
During the evening, Sylvia entered the room, dressed a little more carefully than usual, and Herbert glanced at her with appreciation.
"You look charming, though that's your normal state," he said. "Where are you going?"
"With Muriel, to dine with the Wests; have you forgotten? But I came in because Muriel told me you had a letter from George by the last post."
"So you're still interested in his doings," Herbert rejoined.