“It does not hurt them,” said Dr. May carelessly.
“Pretty well, after the specimen of to-day.”
“That was chance.”
“If you like it, I have no more to say; but I should like to make you sit for two hours in such a temperature. If they were mine—”
“Very fine talking, but I would not take the responsibility of hindering the only pains that have ever been taken with that unlucky place. You don’t know that girl Ethel. She began at fifteen, entirely of her own accord, and has never faltered. If any of the children there are saved from perdition, it is owing to her, and I am not going to be the man to stop her. They are strong, healthy girls, and I cannot see that it does them any harm—rather good.”
“Have you any special predilection for a room eight feet by nine?”
“Can’t be helped. What would you have said if you had seen the last?”
“What is this about one hundred and fifty pounds in hand?”
“The ladies here chose to have a fancy fair, the only result of which, hitherto, has been the taking away my Flora. There is the money, but the land can’t be had.”
“Why not?”