The latter could not see him, but the first sound of his voice was a warning of trouble.
"Do you feel able to talk ?" Abraham asked, rather gruffly.
"Yes.

Why ?" "Because I want to ask you a few questions.

I've just had a call from that friend of yours, Mr.Enderby, and something came out in talk that I wasn't exactly prepared for." Waymark rose from his chair.
"Why didn't you tell me," pursued Mr.Woodstock, "that you were engaged to his daughter ?" "I scarcely thought it necessary." "Not when I told you who Ida was ?" This disclosure had been made whilst Waymark was still confined to his bed; partly because Abraham had a difficulty in keeping the matter to himself; partly because he thought it might help the other through his illness.

Waymark had said very little at the time, and there had been no conversation on the matter between them since.
"I don't see that it made any difference," Waymark replied gloomily.
The old man was silent.

He had been, it seemed, under a complete delusion, and could not immediately make up his mind whether he had indeed ground of complaint against Waymark.
"Why did Mr.Enderby call ?" the latter inquired.
"Very naturally, it seems to me, to know what had become of you.