“Yes; and I am beginning to feel very much concerned about it.”

“Is there any discoloration?”

“No.”

“Any soreness or tenderness to the touch?”

“No; but Mrs. Carlton is beginning to feel a sense of tightness and oppression, as though the lump, whatever it may be, were beginning to press upon some of the blood-vessels.”

“Nothing serious, I imagine,” replied Dr. Hillhouse, speaking with a lightness of manner he did not feel.  “I will call about twelve o’clock.  Tell Mrs. Carlton to expect me at that time.”

Mr. Carlton made a movement to go, but came back from the door, and betraying more anxiety of manner than at first, said: 

“This may seem a light thing in your eyes, doctor, but I cannot help feeling troubled.  I am afraid of a tumor.”

“What is the exact location?” asked Dr. Hillhouse.

“On the side of the neck, a little back from the lower edge of the right ear.”

The doctor did not reply.  After a brief silence Mr. Carlton said: 

“Do you think it a regular tumor, doctor?”

“It is difficult to say.  I can speak with more certainty after I have made an examination,” replied Doctor Hillhouse, his manner showing some reserve.

“If it should prove to be a tumor, cannot its growth be stopped?  Is there no relief except through an operation—­no curative agents that will restore a healthy action to the parts and cause the tumor to be absorbed?”

“There is a class of tumors,” replied the doctor, “that may be absorbed, but the treatment is prejudicial to the general health, and no wise physician will, I think, resort to it instead of a surgical operation, which is usually simple and safe.”

“Much depends on the location of a tumor,” said Mr. Carlton.  “The extirpation may be safe and easy if the operation be in one place, and difficult and dangerous if in another.”

“It is the surgeon’s business to do his work so well that danger shall not exist in any case,” replied Doctor Hillhouse.

“I shall trust her in your hands,” said Mr. Carlton, trying to assume a cheerful air.  “But I cannot help feeling nervous and extremely anxious.”

“You are, of course, over-sensitive about everything that touches one so dear as your wife,” replied the doctor.  “But do not give yourself needless anxiety.  Tumors in the neck are generally of the kind known as ‘benignant,’ and are easily removed.”

Dr. Angier came into the office while they were talking, and heard a part of the conversation.  As soon as Mr. Carlton had retired he asked if the tumor were deep-seated or only a wen-like protuberance.

“Deep-seated, I infer, from what Mr. Carlton said,” replied Dr. Hillhouse.

“What is her constitution?”

“Not as free from a scrofulous tendency as I should like.”

“Then this tumor, if it should really prove to be one, may be of a malignant character.”