“He was a clever man, but a humbug.”
“I don’t think so.”
“We need not say anything more about it now,” said Tarbot, rising.
“We need not,” she answered. “I know a little science, a smattering which comes in usefully on occasions. When I am your wife you will perhaps instruct me further.”
“Are you eager that I should do so—to lift the curtain more, to study the awful, the terrible problem?”
“Apart from your love, that is the one and only subject which fascinates me,” replied Nurse Ives.
“Well, well, our tastes agree in this matter. You have quite made up your mind not to take another case?”
“I have told you so.”
“It seems a pity. I must be going now; I will look in again in a few days.”
“I shall not take another case, and you must not go away just yet.”