Arthur's gaze fell on that movement for just a moment, then shifted away: "The tea's gone cold; I'll have someone replace it."
He stood up, pretending to head towards the door.
"Sir Arthur." Clark hurriedly stood up to stop him: "Since you know why I'm here today, at least give me an answer!"
Arthur stood by the door, looking back at Clark: "I have a question for you."
Clark looked up: "Go ahead."
"Your diagnosis, that Flora might be pregnant, how confident are you?"
Clark was taken aback: "I..."
Arthur turned around, looking intently at Clark: "You don't know her daily routine, nor do you understand her social circle. You made this judgment solely based on her coming to you for some medication. So now tell me, how confident are you?"
Clark's Adam's apple bobbed: "I... based on symptoms, abdominal discomfort, a sense of sourness, these indeed are..."
