"No; of course not, of course not. Now, this Wilmot--what's he like?"
"Well, he's rather a striking-looking man; looks very earnest, and speaks with a very effectively modulated voice."
"Ah! And he's gentlemanly, eh?"
"O, perfectly gentlemanly. No mistake in that."
"And he was wonderfully devoted to Madeleine, eh? Very kind of him, I'm sure. Shut himself up in her room, and--What did Lady Muriel think of him, by the way?"
"I scarcely know. I never heard her say; and yet I gathered somehow that Lady Muriel was not so much impressed in the doctor's favour as the rest of us."
"That's curious, for there are few keener readers of character than Lady Muriel. And the doctor was not a favourite of hers?"
"Well, no; I should say not. But the rest of the party were so strongly in his favour that we looked with some suspicion on all who did not shout as loudly as ourselves."
"And Madeleine, was she equally enthusiastic?"
"Poor Miss Kilsyth, she was not well enough to have much enthusiasm on any subject, even on her doctor. Gratitude is, I imagine, the strongest sentiment one is capable of after a long and severe illness."