"No," she said, quietly, after a brief pause. "I could hardly do that."
"Why not? He's thought out all these things further than anybody I know. And he'll--"
"Hen, have you forgotten what he wrote in the paper about papa last year--what he's going to write next month. Don't you see my position?"
"I don't care what he writes in the papers!... When it comes to people, there's nobody so kind--and wise. And--"
"He's the one person," said Cally, resolutely, "I could not possibly talk to about it."
Henrietta, falling back on the thought she had set out with, laughed good-naturedly.
"Then, I suppose, you'll want to fly at once. He's due here at any minute, you know--in fact, he's half an hour late now--"
"Here!... Is he coming here this afternoon?"
This time her start was without concealment. Hen looked genuinely surprised.
"He's our doctor--I told you the other day ... But he doesn't bite, my dear! You look as if I'd said that a grizzly bear and three mad ogres were loping down the steps."