“How would I know? Unless maybe she’s heard of the misfortunes that has the doctor pretty near bet. She might have seen his name in the paper when the judgment was gave against him.”
“She might; but if she did wouldn’t she keep away from him as far as ever she could?”
“She would not,” said Jimmy O’Loughlin. “That’s not the sort she is. I seen her and you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“Well, and if you did you might have known that she’d be the sort that would come down after him the minute she got word of the trouble that was on him. Believe you me, Patsy Devlin, that’s a fine girl.”
“She’s a good-looking one anyway,” said Patsy, “but mighty proud, I’d say.”
“You may say that. I’d sooner she married the doctor than me, and that’s the truth.”
“What’ll she do now,” said Patsy, “when she finds that the doctor’s gone and left her?”
“It’ll be best,” said Jimmy, “if we keep it from her.”