"Oh, you do! Who told you?"
"Delia Beaseley."
"Is she a widow?" Jamie asked slyly.
"Now, no nonsense, Jamie Macleod." I spoke severely.
"Nonsense! I was only putting two and two together logically; you said the Doctor trusted her—"
"And well he may. No, she is n't a widow," I said shortly.
"That settles it; you need n't be so touchy about it."
"Has he any children?" I asked, ignoring the admonition.
"No; that's his other great sorrow. He lost both his son and daughter. Do you know, I can't help thinking he 's doing all this for them?"
"You mean the farm arrangement?"