"I am extremely glad to see you," she said, in a tone which seemed to admit, at the same time, that this had nothing to do with the question.
The doctor took advantage of this admission. "I didn't come to see you for your pleasure; I came to make you say disagreeable things—and you can't like that. What sort of a gentleman is your brother?"
Mrs. Montgomery's illuminated gaze grew vague, and began to wander. She smiled a little, and for some time made no answer, so that the Doctor at last became impatient. And her answer, when it came, was not satisfactory. "It is difficult to talk about one's brother."
"Not when one is fond of him, and when one has plenty of good to say."
"Yes, even then, when a good deal depends on it," said Mrs. Montgomery.
"Nothing depends on it, for you."
"I mean for—for" and she hesitated.
"For your brother himself. I see!"
"I mean for Miss Sloper," said Mrs. Montgomery.
The Doctor liked this; it had the accent of sincerity. "Exactly; that's the point. If my poor
