“How long have you been in bed?”
“Three days.”
“D’you mean to say you’ve had nothing but a bottle of milk for the last three days? Why on earth didn’t you send me a line? I can’t bear to think of you lying here all day long without a soul to attend to you.”
Cronshaw gave a little laugh.
“Look at your face. Why, dear boy, I really believe you’re distressed. You nice fellow.”