An expression of satisfaction crept over his face.
"You reassure me, my dear Sarson.

That is excellent.

What of our patient ?" "There is no change." "I am afraid," Mr.Fentolin sighed, "that we shall have trouble with him.

These strong people always give trouble." "It will be just the same in the long run," the doctor remarked, shrugging his shoulders.
Mr.Fentolin held up his finger.
"Listen! A motor-car, I believe ?" "It is Miss Fentolin who is just arriving," the doctor announced.

"I saw the car coming as I crossed the hall." Mr.Fentolin nodded gently.
"Indeed ?" he replied.