As a doctor he did not want to know.
"Not now," he said firmly.

"Tell me when I come again." A look of pain came into her face.

"But who can tell when you'll come again!" she pleaded.
"When I will things to be, they generally happen," he answered in a commonplace tone.

"You are my patient now, and I must keep an eye on you.

So I'll come." Again, with an almost spasmodical movement towards him, she said: "I must tell you.