"Oh, any nice quiet place," answered the intrepid doctor, "with plain honest people that'll make him comfortable. He wants quiet—and refinement—more than anything else, I should say."
"If I had my things on, I'd just go out now and enquire around among the neighbours," the woman avowed gravely, trying to control two very rebellious corners about her mouth. "Where do you come from, sir?" she asked abruptly, turning on the silent Harvey.
"From the country, Miss Farringall—from a place called Glenallen."
"Parents living?"
"My mother's living, ma'am; she lives alone—except, I have a sister."
"What's her name?"
"Jessie."
"Sensible name. Are you a churchman?"
"Yes, Miss Farringall—at least I hope so."
"High?"