How is Miss Marsh?
[Dorothy gives him a quick look, wondering whether there is anything behind the polite inquiry.]
Dorothy.
Oh, she’s very well.
Wynne.
Her devotion to Miss Wickham was wonderful. Dr. Evans—he’s my brother-in-law, you know—told me no trained nurse could have been more competent. She was like a daughter to Miss Wickham.
Dorothy.
[Rather coldly.] I suppose we’d better send for her.
Wickham.