For all this stirred in Craig the hero, and he was ready for all sorts
of heroic nonsense, as I called it. We talked of everything but the one
thing, and about that we said not a word till, bending low to poke my
fire and to hide my face, I plunged--
'You will see her, of course?'
He made no pretence of not understanding but answered--
'Of course.'
'There's really no sense in her staying over there,' I suggested.
'And yet she is a wise woman,' he said, as if carefully considering the
question.
'Heaps of landlords never see their tenants, and they are none the
worse.'
'The landlords?'
'No, the tenants.'
'Probably, having such landlords.'
'And as for the old lady, there must be some one in the connection to
whom it would be a Godsend to care for her.'
'Now, Connor,' he said quietly, 'don't. We have gone over all there is
to be said. Nothing new has come. Don't turn it all up again.'
Then I played the heathen and raged, as Graeme would have said, till
Craig smiled a little wearily and said--
'You exhaust yourself, old chap.
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