She nodded slowly and deliberately, repeating in her own mind his instructions; and beneath, like a whirl of waters, questions surged to and fro, clamoring for answer. But her self-control was coming back each instant.
“You understand, Miss Deronnais?” he said again.
“I understand. Will you write to me?”
“I will write this evening. … Once more, then. Get him down next week. Watch him carefully when he comes. Consult no doctor until you have telegraphed to me, and I have seen him.”
She drew a long breath, nodding almost mechanically.
“Goodbye, Miss Deronnais. Let me tell you that you are taking it magnificently. Fear nothing; pray much.”
He took her hand for a moment. Then he raised his hat and left her standing there.