“And I have never seen any sign of an attachment. I once thought that there was a liking between her and young Mark Heath.”
“What, brother to that Miss Janet who comes here?” cried Poynter eagerly.
“The same; but that was years ago.”
“And he’s abroad, isn’t he?”
“He went to the Cape—to seek his fortune,” said the doctor gravely; “but he has not been heard of now for two years.”
“Dead, safe!” said Poynter, drawing a breath full of relief.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Afraid?”
“It would be sad if the young man had ended his career like that.”
“Of course. But they weren’t engaged?”