He raised his head sharply, and I got the full force of his stare. “You’re not all right.” I shook my head. “It’s nothing to worry about.” He looked profoundly unconvinced. “What you mean is that there’s nothing to be done.” I winced, rattling my teacup against the saucer. “I suppose that’s true. I warned you that my health was bad.” “I wasn’t complaining,” he said. “If there is something that can be done, will you tell me?”
