"Must's the only word that matters," he said. "Must's the man. He's the boy to kill your can't."
The woman followed him to the door.
"Of course if old Mr. Caspar knew he'd disinherit him. And Ned could never earn."
"And you'd be done?" queried Mr. Trupp with quiet glee.
"Never!" cried the woman, up in arms at once. "I could keep us both at a pinch, I'll lay then."
"I'll lay you could," answered the other. "But Mr. Caspar won't know, so you'll be all right."
The two lingered for a moment in the door, as do those who find themselves in sympathy.
"He's a hard un's Old Man Caspar," said Anne.
"And he's not the only one," grinned the young doctor. "And a good job too."