"Sort of girl that wouldn't scream or faint in a crisis?"
"Exactly the opposite, I should say. But I've hardly seen her, you know."
"Well, well.... And the mother?"
"No good at all," said Mr. Morton.
"Then the girl's the sheet anchor.... In love with him, do you know?"
"Lord! How d'you expect me to know that?"
The old man pondered in silence, seeming to assimilate the situation.
"He's in a devil of a mess," he said, with abrupt cheerfulness. "That man Vincent—"
"Well?"
"He's the most dangerous of the lot. Just because he's honest."