"Who is the gentleman I have seen about here—a man with a handsome face, but very pale and thin in his appearance, so much so that it is quite noticeable?"
"Do you mean Mr. Rathbone?"
"I do not know his name. A light complexioned man, who looks as if greatly afflicted by some disease or secret depression."
"Oh, that is Mr. Rathbone, sure. He is sickly-looking enough and not without his trouble, too. They say—but it's all gossip, of course—that he has set his heart on the widow."
"Mrs. Carew?"
"Of course, who else?"
"And she?"
"Why, she would be a fool to care for him, unless—"
"Unless what?"
Thomas laughed—a little uneasily, I could not help thinking.