"Oh, yes, before we came to Waltonville. I believe he lived away from home. He died of some contagious disease and he wasn't buried here, I know that. I think he was a bit wild." Mrs. Scott looked at the stranger with some deep meaning.
Dr. Scott flushed during this rush of words. It was strange that she should know so much about Basil Everman and he so little, but whether he had never heard his name, or whether he had known and had forgotten were questions of too little importance to solve or to explain.
"What do you mean by 'wild'?" asked Utterly with blunt curiosity.
"Oh, he—he didn't do things as other people did them," answered Mrs. Scott vaguely.
"You never saw him?"
"No."
"Nor heard anything of him but that?"
"No." Mrs. Scott made the acknowledgment with reluctance.
When Utterly said that her not knowing more was very singular, her curiosity became almost a physical distress.