“Not yet!”
“Ah!” Miss Keogh nodded her head. Her color had risen somewhat.
“Is there anything in what I have said so far that makes you unwilling to take this case?” asked Jerningham.
“Nothing—so far,” she said, looking steadily into his cold, gray eyes. She was, of course, Irish.
“Very well. You can save her family much worriment by suggesting to Mrs. Deering that she ought to have a trained nurse in constant attendance.”
“By the name of Keogh?” interjected the most wonderful.
“No. You are supposed to be a young lady with an income of your own. You might explain that you took up trained nursing to help your only brother, a physician.”
“Very well. And—”
“After you meet Mrs. Deering you might make judicious remarks about her health.”
“For example—”