“None whatever, if she is kept quiet, and her mind set at ease.”
“Poor lass, I’ll do all I can,” said Geoffrey, earnestly. “I’ll have a long talk to Mrs Mullion and Paul in the morning—well, it is morning now—after breakfast. I’ll soon set it right. I think I can.”
“That’s well,” said the doctor, as they walked on along the dark path.
“You seem tired,” said Geoffrey, for the doctor was singularly reserved.
“Very.”
“So am I.”
There was another silence for some time.
“What are you thinking about, doctor?” said Geoffrey, at last.
“About Madge Mullion. Look here, Trethick, I like you—”
“Thanky, doctor, I like you, and I’m glad you’ve taken my hint about those shares.”