He looked as if he anticipated a struggle.
Dr.Tudor came in behind Avery.

He was a man of forty, curt of speech and short of temper, with eyes that gleamed shrewdly behind gold pince-nez.
He gave Piers a look that was conspicuously lacking in cordiality.
"Hullo!" he said.

"You here!" "Yes, I'm here," said Piers.
The doctor's eyes passed him and went straight to the white face of the child on the sofa.

He advanced and bent over her.
"So you've had an accident, eh ?" he said.
"Yes," whispered Jeanie, pressing a little closer to Piers.
"What happened ?" "I think it was a rabbit-hole," said Jeanie not very lucidly.
"Caught your foot and fell, I suppose ?" said the doctor.

"Was that all?
Did you do any walking after it ?" "Oh no!" said Jeanie, with a shudder.