The doctor's eyebrows went up a little way. "That's nothing to be proud of;" he said.
"I can stay here to-night," put in Susan Dunn. "I should like to do it, sir, very much—if Mrs. Stuart don't mind."
Mrs. Stuart plainly did mind. Her long nose took a discontented curl. Mr. Rawdon ran his eyes over Susan.
"Your face seems strange to me," he said.
"We haven't been long in Littleburgh," she said. "My husband is come for work."
"Hope he's got it," said the doctor.
"Yes, sir—with Mr. Rawdon." A nod answered her. "And I know he'd wish me to help. My girl Nancy will see to everything at home."
"You are fortunate in having such a girl," said Mr. Rawdon.
Perhaps he was thinking of Bess Gardiner, or of girls like Bess.
"Yes, sir, I think I am; more than fortunate," averred Susan. "It's something to thank God for."