‘I am afraid Mrs. White is not so well,’ said Miss Mohun kindly.
‘She is no worse, I think, thank you, but I was delayed. Are you going this way? May I walk with you?’
‘I will come with you to the office,’ said Miss Mohun, perceiving that she was in great need of an escort and protector.
‘Oh, thank you, thank you, if it is not too much out of your way.’
A few more words passed about Mrs. White’s illness and what advice she was having. Miss Mohun could not help thinking that the daughter did not quite realise the extent of the illness, for she added—
‘It was a good deal on the nerves and mind. She was so anxious about Mr. James White’s arrival.’
‘Have you not seen him?’
‘Oh no! Not yet.’
‘I think you will be agreeably surprised,’ said Gillian. And here they left her at Mrs. Giles’s door.
‘Yes,’ added Miss Mohun, ‘he gave me the idea of a kind, just man.’