"Writing is writing," answered Thomasina in her lightest tone. She waited for a word from Dr. Green, but none came. "Margie Ginter was a good girl, I have always believed," she went on. "She was in a dreadful position here. If Basil had anything to do with her, it was to help her in some fashion. He was—" Thomasina did not go on with her sentence; it seemed difficult for her to say what he was. "As for the resemblance, Eleanor has gray eyes and so had he, and a light step and so had he, but others have bright eyes and a light step."
Dr. Green still said nothing. He seemed to give each sentence of Thomasina's careful consideration.
"It is a pity for Mary Alcestis to have worried for so many years." Her voice seemed to lose its strength.
"One can't do much for a woman as foolish as that," said Dr. Green. "I should say she deserves to have the punishment exactly suited to her case."
"It is a pity, too, for little Mrs. Bent," went on Thomasina.
"What no one knows will not hurt Mrs. Bent."
"No one knows now," answered Thomasina. "But Mary Alcestis told me. She is in a hysterical condition and there is no telling to whom she may break out. It would be most unfortunate to have this pried out of her by—well, say by Mrs. Scott."
Again Dr. Green was silent.
"It's a pity, too, for Eleanor," said Thomasina.