“Of course not.” Then, after a pause: “You think I’m not running any risks by bringing her in?”
“I don’t know. You can’t very well turn her out again now you’ve done it. Small-pox is pretty prevalent, to be sure. Did you make particular inquiries if she’d been successfully vaccinated?”
“You have no objection to what I’ve done?”
“Not after you’ve done it,” and he relapsed once more behind the paper.
But Miss Crokerly, after turning to the door, looked round again.
“I should like you to see her,” she said, for her, very hesitatingly.
“In the morning,” he answered.
“In the morning you will have less time and inclination than now.”
“But what purpose should I serve in going to look at her? Is she different from the generality of country folk?”
“I don’t know,” she replied slowly; “but I think she is much prettier. And she has with her a frog with the most brilliant colour I ever saw.”