Her tone was perfectly calm, if a little flat. She was really being splendid, poor little girl.
“Gervase is back—I forget whether I told you. I met him on my way home early this morning.”
“Oh—how does he look?”
“Very well—though changed, of course, with his hair cut so short. I’m glad he’s there. He’ll take Lady Alard out of herself.”
“How is Lady Alard?”
“She’s much better than I could have thought possible.”
“And Mrs. Peter?”
“She’s different, of course ... Jewish temperament, you know. But I left her calmer. I think she’ll try and keep calm for the sake of the child—she adores that.”
The doctor had had rather a rough time at Starvecrow, but he would not tell Stella about it. Vera was in no doubt as to the cause of her husband’s death, and as soon as Stella was out of hearing, Dr. Mount was going to telephone to a Rye practitioner to take charge of the case. Mrs. Peter was nearly well, and really he could not go near her again after what she had said....
“When is the inquest going to be?” asked Stella abruptly.