"Are you fond of it—nursing?"
"Yes. It is nice in a place like this—and at Dr. McKenzie's. But there are some houses that are awful, with everybody quarrelling, the children squalling—. I hate that. I want to be comfortable. I like your thick carpets here, and the quiet, and the good service. And the good things to eat, and the little taste of wine that we take together." Her low laugh delighted him.
"The wine? You are going to drink another glass with me before I go to sleep."
"Yes. But it is our secret. Dr. McKenzie would kill me if he knew, and a nurse must obey orders."
"He need never know. And it won't hurt me."
"Of course not. But he has ideas on the subject."
"May I have it now?"
"Wait until Bronson goes to bed."
"Bronson has nothing to do with it. A servant has neither ears nor eyes."
"It might embarrass him if the Doctor asked him. And why should you make him lie?"