III
One morning a week later, stopping at the desk for his mail, d**k became aware of some extra commotion outside: Patient Von Cohn Morris was going away. His parents, Australians, were putting his baggage vehemently into a large limousine, and beside them stood Doctor Ladislau protesting with ineffectual attitudes against the violent gesturings of Morris, senior. The young man was regarding his embarkation with aloof cynicism as Doctor Diver approached.
‘Isn’t this a little sudden, Mr. Morris?’
Mr. Morris started as he saw d**k, his florid face and the large checks on his suit seemed to turn off and on like electric lights. He approached d**k as though to strike him.
‘High time we left, we and those who have come with us,’ he began, and paused for breath. ‘It is high time, Doctor Div
