CHAPTER XXXIII.
“Who’s that coming up the garden-walk, doctor?” said the old lady; “Ruth’s father, as true as the world. Ah! I understand, we shall see what we shall see; mind you keep a stiff upper lip, doctor.”
“Good morning, doctor,” said Mr. Ellet.
“Good morning, sir,” said the doctor, stiffly.
“Fine place you have here, doctor.”
“Very,” replied the doctor.
“I have just come from a visit to Ruth,” said Mr. Ellet.
The imperturbable doctor slightly nodded to his visitor, as he took a pinch of snuff.
“She seems to take her husband’s death very hard.”