"She says she knows it," Tony returned. "But you surely know more than she, don't you?"
"I know everything that can be known. I know that when, in certain conditions, pretty young mothers have acquitted themselves of that inevitable declaration, they turn over and go comfortably to sleep."
"That's exactly," said Tony, "what Nurse must make her do."
"It's exactly what she's doing." Doctor Ramage had no sooner spoken than Mrs. Bream's bell sounded for the third time. "Excuse me!" he imperturbably added. "Nurse calls me."
"And doesn't she call me?" cried Tony.
"Not in the least." The Doctor raised his hand with instant authority. "Stay where you are!" With this he went off to his patient.
If Mrs. Beever often produced, with promptitude, her theory that the young banker was subject to "states," this habit, of which he was admirably tolerant, was erected on the sense of something in him of which even a passing observer might have caught a glimpse. A woman of still more wit than Mrs. Beever, whom he had met on the threshold of
