I wrote as though I was fifty." The Young Doctor regarded her dubiously.

"What was the sort of thing you said to her ?" "For one thing, I said that he had every comfort and attention two loving women and one fond nurse could give him; but that, of course, his legitimate wife would naturally be glad to be beside him when he passed away, and that if she made haste she might be here in time." The Young Doctor leaned against a tree shaking with laughter.
"What are you smiling at ?" Kitty asked ironically.

"Oh, she'll be sure to come--nothing will keep her away after being coaxed like that!" he said, when he could get breath.
"Laughing at me as though I was a clown in a circus!" she exclaimed.
"Laughing when, as you say yourself, the man that she--the cat--wrote that fiendish letter to is in trouble." "It was a fiendish letter, was it ?" he asked, suddenly sobered again.
"No, no, don't tell me," he added, with a protesting gesture.

"I don't want to hear.

I don't want to know.