"my doctor insisted on my sitting down again to get my breath. he now said something to his wife who, without leaving her place, addressed a few words of gratitude and courtesy to me. she seemed very shy over it, and her sickly face flushed up with confusion. i remained, but with the air of a man who knows he is intruding and is anxious to get away. the doctor’s remorse at last seemed to need a vent, i could see.