“Don’t throw me over by-and-by, Mr Glyddyr,” he said. “I have been the family doctor for some time now. There, forgive me. Very indiscreet remark of mine.”
“Nothing to forgive, my dear sir. Till this evening, then.”
“Till this evening,” said the doctor; and Glyddyr went down towards the harbour, with the doctor standing at the window watching him.
“Lucky fellow,” he said; “the old man favours it, and the girl—well, girls have to give way.”
Volume Two—Chapter Eight.
After Dinner.
“What! you again, Woodham?”
“Yes, sir,” said the woman, in her quiet, grave way. “The time soon passes. Every three hours.”