"Capital!" said the doctor.
"And if you, sir, would be good enough to give your housekeeper some explanation that would satisfy her without giving away things—"
"That will be all right, Caw," Miss Handyside assured him. "When you get to know Mrs. Butters, you will realise that she is not as others are, being a woman absolutely without curiosity."
"Thank you, miss." Caw smiled faintly and got up. "Unless there is anything more, sir—" he began.
"Nothing at all," said the doctor kindly.
"Thank you, sir. Good-night, sir. Good-night, miss."
"Trustworthy chap," Handyside remarked when the door had closed. "The legacy seems to have made no difference, though it upset him for the moment. And he knows all that's worth knowing about cars and electric lighting," he added rather irrelevantly. "I believe we'll be able to give him enough to do, after all."
"Between ourselves, father," said Marjorie suddenly, "have you the slightest hope of Alan Craig's return?"
"Not the slightest, my dear. He was a fine lad. I wish you had met him, but you were always gadding somewhere when he visited his uncle."
"I shan't be doing much gadding in the near future," she remarked thoughtfully.