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Show -oy-blood test. He didn't say why, and again the wife worried. The Professor overheard her talking to their daughter on the telephone, enumerating all the ailments that could be detected by blood analysis. He himself refused to worry, maintaining that there was enough to be concerned about without borrowing trouble from things one could not know; but he did feel sorry for his wife, who had had a rotten summer, first with her sister's illness, then with his. Fortunately, it appeared that her sister's troubles had been diagnosed and corrected, and she was now convalescing. When the Professor did get in to see the doctor, his trouble was nothing either he or his wife had considered. He was ushered into the little examination room as usual and told by the attendant that the doctor would see him right away. After the usual eight or ten minute wait, the doctor entered, not in his usual hurried manner, but casually, as if coming only for a friendly visit. He asked the Professor how he had felt, and when the Professor answered, "Fine - just a little tired and weak still," he nodded and said that xvas good. The doctor stood, one foot crossed over the other, leaning against a tall file cabinet. He held his stethascope in one hand and tapped it gently against the palm of the other. Unlike his usual efficient self, he seemed bemused. "Professor," he said, speaking slowly. "Has anyone in your family, to your knowledge, ever had diabetes?" This linexpected question startled the Professor. He tried |
