We had got no further than Trafalgar Square when she aroused herself, looked at me, and gave a short laugh.
“I suppose,” she remarked, “that a doctor can’t cure every disease?”
“Scarcely,” I replied.
“Not even a young doctor?” she said with comical gravity.
“Not even a young doctor,” I gravely answered.
Then we both laughed.
“You must excuse my fun,” she said. “I can’t help it, especially when my mind is disturbed.”
“Why do you ask me?” I inquired. “Was it just a general observation caused by the seriousness of my countenance, or were you thinking of something in particular?”