And yet the most unlikely thing in the world would be that she should have been in this room.

So I owe you and Dr.Mackenzie most humble apologies for my agitation and unbelief." He stretched out his right hand, palm upwards, towards Jane.
Jane clasped her shaking hands behind her.
"Now, Nurse, if you please," broke in Dr.Mackenzie's rasping voice from the window, "I have a few more details to explain to you over here." They talked together for a while without interruption, until Dr.Rob remarked: "I suppose I will have to be going." Then Garth said: "I wish to speak to you alone, doctor, for a few minutes." "I will wait for you downstairs, Dr.Mackenzie," said Jane, and was moving towards the door, when an imperious gesture from Dr.Rob stopped her, and she turned silently to the fireplace.

She could not see any need now for this subterfuge, and it annoyed her.

But the freckled little Napoleon of the moors was not a man to be lightly disobeyed.

He walked to the door, opened and closed it; then returned to the bedside, drew up a chair, and sat down.
"Now, Mr.Dalmain," he said.
Garth sat up and turned towards him eagerly.
Then, for the first time, Jane saw his face.
"Doctor," he said, "tell me about this nurse.