"And I've been finding out about doctors here," the young father went on, knitting his brows: "blokes, most of them, and such old blokes! I wouldn't trust Beatty to one of them.

But I've heard of a new man at Hereford--awfully good, they say--a wunner! And after all a motor would soon run him out!" He went on talking eagerly about the child, her beauty, her cleverness, the plans Daphne had for her bringing up, and so on.

No other child ever had been, ever could be, so fetching, so "cunning," so lovely, such a duck! The Frenches, indeed, possessed a boy of two, reputed handsome.
Roger wished to show himself indulgent to anything that might be pleaded for him.

"Dear little fellow!"-- of course.

But Beatty! Well! it was surprising, indeed, that he should find himself the father of such a little miracle; he didn't know what he'd done to deserve it.