That the young widow was to be well taken care of was evident.

A doctor was to ride up the moorland road each day to see her, which seemed a great precaution even though the Macaurs did not know that he had consented to live temporarily in the locality because he had been well paid to do so.
Lord Coombe had chosen him with as discreet selection as he had used in his choice of the vicar of the ancient and forsaken church.

A rather young specialist who was an enthusiast in his work and as ambitious as he was poor, could contemplate selling some months of his time for value received if the terms offered were high enough.

That silence and discretion were required formed no objections.
* * * * * The rain poured down on the steep moorland road when the carriage slowly climbed it to the castle.

Robin, seeming to gaze out at the sodden heath, did not really see it because she was thinking of Dowie who sat silently by her side.