At last he muttered: “You’re Mannering.” Mannering stood aside. The other squeezed into the hall; he nearly touched the walls on either side, for his elbows seemed to stick out. He was as different as anyone could imagine from David Levinson. He reached the foot of the stairs, looked up, and muttered again: “Is she ill?” “Yes.” “What—what happened?” “She collapsed.” “Did you—did you bring her back?” “We looked after her.” “Ill,” echoed the plump man. “I wouldn’t have believed—did she have a heart attack?” “Would you expect her to?” “I just wondered. She’s always been so well, she—I tell you she hasn’t had a day’s physical illness in her life. Did you—did you do what she wanted?” “What do you think she wanted me to do?”
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