"She's not, she's dead."
"Ah, that's better!" he observed in a most shameless manner. "He will be returning to-day?"
"Not for four days. He must wait for the funeral. This aunt practically brought him up."
"Well, she's not bringing him up now," he said, marching about the lawn. "His duty lies at home."
"Dimbie knows his duty as well as any man," I said stiffly.
Dr. Renton laughed.
"I beg your pardon, but——"
"You think I am fretting for him?"
"Yes, I do. Your face is like a bit of white notepaper."
"The heat," I said.