12/18 "Or a lie, if you like, told of a woman as high above reproach as your mother or mine!" "You are hot," the doctor remarked, and walked on again. "When I was in Italy--" he paused to calculate, "when I was at Rome, fifteen years ago, your cousin was a wretched little rickety child. I said to Robert Graywell, 'Don't get too fond of that girl; she'll never live to grow up.' He said something about taking her away to the mountain air. I didn't think, myself, the mountain air would be of any use. |