"Yes, yes," he said. "I remember now. I used to know Mr. Cathcart once. A very violent old gentleman."
"What did he mean?"
"His reasons for leaving us? Indeed I scarcely remember. I suppose it was because he became a Catholic."
"Was there nothing more?"
He looked at her pleasantly.
"Why, I daresay there was. I really can't remember, Lady Laura. I suppose he had his nerves shaken. You can see for yourself what a fanatic he is."
But in spite of his presence, once more a gust of anxiety shook her.
"Mr. Vincent, are you sure it's safe—for Mr. Baxter, I mean?"
"Safe? Why, he's as safe as any of us can be. We all have nervous systems, of course."
"But he's particularly sensitive, isn't he?"