"'Now what do you make of it, Father?' I asked.
"'I make the devil out of it, doctor,' said he, very placidly.
"'Oh, well,' I began impatiently, 'of course I can't be expected——'
"'Now, wait a bit, doctor,' he put in. 'If you don't go with my diagnosis, what's your own? What do you make out of it?'
"Well, there he had me.
"'Of course,' I said, 'it's a mere coincidence.'
"'Ah,' says he, 'then would you be willing to go and live there with your wife?'
"'Good God, no!' I burst out, before I thought. And then I wouldn't back out of it. You see, there had been five women. Five good, ordinary, honest women—six, if you count Miss Jessop.
"'I thought not,' said he quietly.
"He sat and puffed awhile.