Her face became illuminated with a sudden inspiration.
“Why shouldn’t the man—this client of yours—bring the child here for me to take care of? I should be so glad to have him right away. This is a healthy spot. I could make him very comfortable.”
Jarvis shook his head.
“I shouldn’t like to suggest such a thing,” he said slowly. “It might savor of impertinence——”
Her face crimsoned with mortification.
“I didn’t mean——” she stammered.
“Not on your part,” he amended hastily; “understand me, please. Your idea is—quite like you; quite what I should expect, knowing you as I do. But—I fear it wouldn’t do. My client——”
“He must be a peculiar sort of person,” hazarded Barbara.
“He is,” agreed Jarvis. “So much so that—I feel I ought to warn you in one particular.”