“She’s no better. There’s no getting away from it, she’s worse. I should have stayed, only I knew you’d be worrying. So I caught the three-fifty.”
“How is that Mrs. Gilchrist shaping as a nurse?”
“She’s very good,” said Samuel, with conviction. “Very good!”
“What a blessing! I suppose you didn’t happen to see the doctor?”
“Yes, I did.”
“What did he say to you?”
Samuel gave a deprecating gesture. “Didn’t say anything particular. With dropsy, at that stage, you know ...”
Constance had returned to the window, her expectancy apparently unappeased.
“I don’t like the look of that cloud,” she murmured.
“What! Are they out still?” Samuel inquired, taking off his overcoat.