Miss Deb wore her usual winter morning costume, a huge brown cape.
She was of a shivery nature at the best of times, but she shivered palpably now.
"Mr.Jan, have you got a drop of ether ?" asked she, her poor teeth chattering together.

Jan was too good-natured to tell Deerham those teeth were false, though Dr.West had betrayed the secret to Jan.
"Who's it for ?" asked Jan.

"For you?
Aren't you well, Miss Deb?
Eat some breakfast; that's the best thing." "I have had a dreadful shock, Mr.Jan.I have had bad news.

That is--what has been done to the surgery ?" she broke off, casting her eyes around it in wonder.
"Not much," said Jan.

"I have been making some odds and ends of alteration.