"Pretty bad."
"Really goin' to teach?"
"Yes."
"Right! I'll find somethin', too. Very likely a doctor. We'll pull through somehow."
Ethel made a motion toward the door as though to stop any further conversation.
"Mr. Brent's coming," she said, almost impatiently.
Alaric started for the windows leading into the garden.
"Jolly good of you to let him bore you. I hate the sight of the beggar, myself. Always looks to me like the first conspirator at a play."
The door opened, and Jarvis entered and ushered in "Mr. Brent." Alaric hurried into the garden.