It was a few weeks later.

A doctor had been there and gone, and returning into the living-room Ethel sank down on a chair with a quiet intensity in her eyes.

For some time she had not been feeling herself, but she did not want to worry Joe, and so at last she had telephoned to the clergyman who had married her.
"You may not remember me," she had said, "but you married me in December.

Perhaps you'll recall it if I say there were only three friends at the church." "Oh, yes, I remember it--perfectly." "Thank you.

I'm not quite well and I have no friends to turn to, so I'm wondering if you could recommend a good doctor I could see." The doctor recommended had just paid his visit.