She continued the conversation. “If it’s sea water she wants it would be quite easy to fit up a tank wherever they lived, and she could easily have a bath chair like a sitz bath on wheels.… Really, Mr. Milvain——”
“Melville.”
“Mr. Melville, I don’t see where your ‘impossible’ comes in.”
“Have you seen the lady?”
“Do you think I’ve been in Folkestone two days doing nothing?”
“You don’t mean you’ve called on her?”
“Dear, no! It’s Harry’s place to settle that. But I’ve seen her in her bath chair on the Leas, and I’m certain I’ve never seen any one who looked so worthy of dear Harry. Never!”
“Well, well,” said Melville. “Apart from any other considerations, you know, there’s Miss Glendower.”
“I’ve never regarded her as a suitable wife for Harry.”
“Possibly not. Still—she exists.”