She had gone herself into the country to learn what she could, but she had to stay downstairs while the old chap's wife went up to the invalid.

She brought down the scrap of intelligence I've told you of.

He was already too far gone to be cross-examined on it, and that very night he died.

He didn't leave behind him much to go by, did he?
Our Willie hinted to me that there had been pretty stormy days in the professor's house, but--here they are.

I have a notion she isn't the kind of everyday young lady who may be permitted to gallop about the world all by herself--eh?
Well, I think it rather fine of her, but I quite understand that the professor needed all his philosophy under the circumstances.