"Curtis is happy and well, and it isn't, and I haven't. Now we'll just forget about it."
"But"
"Now sit right down here. Mother, how long since you've seen a doctor?"
"Goodness! I can't remember! Ages."
"I want you to promise me to go and see Dr. Henderson. No, I know, there isn't anything the matter with you, and you're strong as a prize-fighter, but, all the same, I want you to promise to see Dr. Henderson. It's just common sense to have a good overhauling now and then, as one gets older. I can't have anything happening to my little mother!"
She kissed her tenderly.
"I have a little present for you."
Mrs. Caine, who had begun to droop, revived, and thought hopefully of chocolates. Christabel shook out an orchid-satin bed-jacket edged with uncurled ostrich in long waving fronds.
"There! It's to tempt you to have your breakfasts in bed and save yourself a little."
