"Indeed, sir," he said in reply to the part of him being a doctor. But for the most part, the rest of the words seemed rhetorical. He kept quiet while Mister Blythe lapsed into silence. He could feel a dribble of perspiration on the back of his neck and he would then hold his cigar between forefinger and middle finger. "I plan on making what would have been my home into a clinic to treat the people of Whitby." He had hope that permission would be granted since Mr. Blythe had advised him to talk to Harriet about children with Percy.