CHAPTER XA
LL Dr. Ford’s plans worked, as they usually did. On the Thursday appointed for Mrs. Morland’s talk to the convalescents his shabby old car rattled into the yard, where Selina was pegging out a few clorths, the phrase being not hers but Cook’s. He got out, as did Mrs. Morland.
“Well, Mrs. Crockett, still breaking all hearts,” said Dr. Ford, whose deliberately eighteenth-century manner was much admired by his humbler friends.
“Oh, sir,” said Selina, dropping a clothes-peg in her confusion.
“That old Silleena’s breaking old Jasper’s heart,” said a slow voice behind them, making Mrs. Morland start. She turned and saw a picturesque figure lounging against the arch that led to the kitchen garden.
“That’s Margett, Sir Harry’s keeper,” said Dr. Ford, thus causing Mrs. Morland to fe
