Doctor Harrison retailed the great news to his wife at lunch-time. She was very excited about it.
"Fancy old Mrs. Harfield—with all that money. I'm glad she left it to Katherine Grey. That girl's a saint."
The doctor made a wry face.
"Saints I always imagine must have been difficult people. Katherine Grey is too human for a saint."
"She's a saint with a sense of humour," said the doctor's wife, twinkling. "And, though I don't suppose you've ever noticed the fact, she's extremely good looking."
"Katherine Grey?" The doctor was honestly surprised. "She's got very nice eyes, I know."
"Oh, you men!" cried his wife. "Blind as bats. Katherine's got all the makings of a beauty in her. All she wants is clothes!"
"Clothes? What's wrong with her clothes? She always looks very nice."
Mrs. Harrison gave an exasperated sigh, and the doctor rose preparatory to starting on his rounds.
"You might look in on her, Polly," he suggested.