"Wrong."
"To a man in the Service with a small pension, an enlarged liver, residing at Brighton and requiring a kind nurse?"
"Wrong again."
"To a widower—perhaps the father of the two sticky children you mentioned to me?"
"The mother is alive and extremely healthy," said Jane.
Nanty leaned back in her chair.
"I only hope the man is as nice as can be expected or hoped for. Miss Fairbrother has the appearance of a woman who would throw herself away upon a rake, hoping to reform his morals and save his soul."
Jane smiled.
"Do you think that Dr. Renton's soul is in danger?"
Nanty checked a gasp of surprise.