“No, I must get this all off my mind. Now, tell me—you heard what my son said on the day of my seizure—my son Neil?”
She bowed her head.
“Well, has he made further advances to you?”
“No, sir, we have only spoken in your presence.” There was a pause, and then, gazing at her curiously, he continued.
“Did you—know—what he expressed—before you came down here—at the hospital?”
“Yes, sir, perfectly well.”
“Ah! Then ought you to have come?”
“It was my duty sir,” she said with animation; “it was Sir Denton’s wish—almost his command; and, knowing what I did, I felt that I might come.”
“Knowing what you did? What was that?”
“I could trust myself, sir, to let Mr Neil Elthorne see that what he wished was impossible.”