"He died about three years since. I only knew it from Phil's telling me that he was in mourning for him. Then he did speak of him for a moment or two, and I came to know that he had carried on to the end in the same way. If a fellow takes to drink in this country, he'll never get cured in India."
"I suppose not."
"Never."
"And now I want to find out something about his widow."
"And why?"
"Ah;—I'm not sure that I can tell you why. Indeed I'm sure that I cannot. But still you might be able to assist me."
"There were heaps of people who used to know the Vigos," said the lawyer.
"No end of people,—though I couldn't for the life of me say who any of them were."
"They used to come out in London with an aunt, but nobody knew much about her. I fancy they had neither father nor mother."
"They were very pretty."