“An admirer, eh?”
“Yes.”
“A gentleman—a man of property, I suppose.”
“Oh, yes, a baronight. She went to live with him. He took her over to India, and I have never seen her from that day to this. If she’s alive, which I don’t feel at all certain about, I hope she’s happy, for she was a right down good sort.”
“And pray, my complacent friend, is it a fair question to inquire the name of the baronet?”
“I don’t mind telling you. Sir Digby M‘Bride was his name.”
“And he went to India, you say?”
“So I was told.”
“Sir William has been dead for the last fifteen years,” said the doctor. “He fell on the field of battle, like a brave soldier as he was.”
“Did he though? I never heard that bit of news before.”