'And you did not know her?' exclaimed the doctor, looking at Mr. Henry Hunter.
'Know her?' he returned, 'I never set eyes on her in all my life until that day. I never was in the place before, or in its neighbourhood. If I ever did work her wrong, or ill, I must have done it in my sleep; and with miles of distance intervening. Who is she? What is her name? You told it me, Mr. Clay, but I forget what it was.'
'Her name is Gwinn,' replied Austin. 'The brother is a lawyer and has scraped together a business. One morning, many years ago, a lady arrived at his house, without warning, and took up her abode with him. She turned out to be his sister, and the people at Ketterford think she is mad. It is said they come from Wales. The little boys call after her, "the mad Welsh woman." Sometimes Miss Gwinn.'
'What did you say the name was?' interrupted Dr. Bevary, with startling emphasis. 'Gwinn?—and from Wales?'
'Yes.'
Dr. Bevary paused, as if in deep thought. 'What is her Christian name?' he presently inquired.
'It is a somewhat uncommon one,' replied Austin. 'Agatha.'
The doctor nodded his head, as if expecting the answer. 'A tall, spare, angular woman, of great strength,' he remarked.
'Why, what do you know of her?' exclaimed Mr. Henry Hunter to the doctor, in a surprised tone.