Esther nodded absently and said she was glad to hear it. She put her hand to her forehead, preparatory to mentioning the “headache,” but before she could mention it Nabby was rattling on.
“Yes sir-ee,” said Nabby, “he looked just as if he was in his own bed, so Varunas says. He’ll be all right, with a whole car to himself—just him and Doctor Bailey and the nurse and Cap’n Foster.... That is, that’s all there’ll be after they get by Denboro. Millard will get out there—at the Denboro depot—because Varunas heard your uncle tell him he must.”
Esther had paid little heed to this chatter, but the name caught her attention.
“What?” she asked. And then, turning, to look at the housekeeper. “What was that you said then, Nabby?”
Nabby was dusting the library table. She kept on with the dusting.
“Eh?” she queried, with careful carelessness. “What did I say? When?”
“Just now. You said something about—about Uncle Millard, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes! Yes, I did. Varunas says he heard Cap’n Foster tell him he could ride fur as Denboro, if he wanted to, but he’d have to get out there and come back on the night train. Course he’ll have to wait quite a spell for that train, but—”
“Wait! Wait a minute. Uncle Millard! My Uncle Millard Clark, are you talking about?”
“Sartin. He’s the only Millard in this town, fur’s I know.”