“What cases?” broke in Haworth, who was on the rack. “The situation is this, Mr. Haworth: During the time Mrs. Findlay was at the hospital we deemed it inadvisable to make a thorough examination, for she could hardly have failed to realize what we were looking for, and the effect on her might have been unfortunate. But we feared a tendency toward tubercular trouble. We could say nothing more at the time.” The doctor paused. Haworth heard himself repeating huskily, “At that time.” “Yes.” “But you—you can now?” “We’ve made an examination, Mr. Haworth.” Doctor Markham waited a moment and then continued: “Fortunately the infection is very slight—only a small tract at the top of the left lung. We’re in plenty of time, you see, and by sending her to the right locality and making sure that she has proper treatment and surroundings, there’s no occasion for anxiety. I came to see you about this because I don’t know of anyone else. Her husband is out of the question. Perhaps you know of some relatives or—or——” Haworth shook his head a little and tried to say “no,” but accomplished no more than a movement of his lips. “The only thing, then, is to leave it in your hands, Mr. Haworth,” the doctor went on, “and I’m very much hoping you’ll see your way—or—or find a way” (he could not help a glance about the poverty-stricken room) “to send her to one of the best high-altitude cures, where she’ll have a complete change in every respect:—air—food—sunlight—surroundings—even language if possible, for every little helps. Attitude of mind is an important element you know. Of course there are State and other institutions here—all admirable in their way. But I’m sure Mrs. Findlay needs something more than we can find near at hand. Moreover, there’s a child to be considered. That complicates matters a little.” Haworth sat rigid, his eyes fixed on the physician. “I’m going over the case carefully with Doctor Benjamin, our lung specialist, and I’ll have you fully informed of the steps to be taken. Mrs. Findlay is aware of her condition. Just as well, too. She’d have to know very soon in order to understand why certain things in the way of treatment are necessary.” Doctor Markham understood the situation pretty well and felt no resentment nor, indeed, surprise that Haworth failed to rise from his chair or even seemingly to be aware that he was going. He left the young man sitting motionless, staring before him. * * * * * Mrs. Temple came in next morning and found Haworth in the room on the left, sitting motionless, staring before him. He had the appearance of having been there for some time, though she had no idea it was so long as since the day before. For that matter, neither had he.