"You're too kind to me."
"Nonsense! Of course we look after you, Mrs. Roberts."
"Mr. Hume, do you think—what do you think is the matter with Jim?"
"Oh, I think he's an old fool, Mrs. Roberts, and you may tell him so from me. No, no, he'll be all right in a week or two. Meanwhile, we're going to make you and Tommy—oh, Johnny, is it?—comfortable."
He did not leave her till she had consented to accept all he offered; then he went back to Littlehill.
"I think, Dale," he said, "Roberts must be mad. He left his wife and child starving."
"Did she take the things?"
"Yes; I made her."
"That's all right. What a strange beggar he is! He can't be quite right in his head."
"Fancy that poor little woman left like that!"