He nodded. At the next mention of Nevil between them, he asked, “Where is it he’s lying perdu, ma’am?”
“I fancy in that town, in Bevisham.”
“At the Liberal, Radical, hotel?”
“I dare say; some place; I am not certain....”
“The rascal doctor’s house there? Shrapnel’s?”
“Really... I have not seen him.”
“Have you heard from him?”
“I have had a letter; a short one.”
“Where did he date his letter from?”
“From Bevisham.”