“The sulkiest bitch that ever trod!” muttered her brother.
But she finished her task with perfectly impassive face, the young doctor watching her interestedly all the while. Then she went out.
Fred Henry stared after her, clenching his lips, his blue eyes fixing in sharp antagonism, as he made a grimace of sour exasperation.
“You could bray her into bits, and that’s all you’d get out of her,” he said, in a small, narrowed tone.
The doctor smiled faintly.
“What’s she going to do, then?” he asked.
“Strike me if I know!” returned the other.
There was a pause. Then the doctor stirred.
“I’ll be seeing you tonight, shall I?” he said to his friend.
“Ay—where’s it to be? Are we going over to Jessdale?”