"I came to her when her former maid, Janet, died, sir. Janet was with her for many years before she married."
"Janet—Janet—a Scotch name."
"Janet was with my mistress in Scotland."
"Yes—Mrs. Cassilis was in Scotland—yes. And—and—Janet was in your confidence?"
"We had no secrets from each other, sir. Janet told me everything.
"What was there to tell?"
"Nothing, sir. What should there be?"
This was idle fencing.
"You may go," he said. "Stay. Let them send me up something—a cup of tea, a slice of meat—anything."
Then he recommenced his dreary walk up and down the room.