"Come," I said, cheerfully. "Dr. Harland is free now. I want you to
talk to her. She can help you. She's a very wise woman."
A momentary flicker of something I did not recognize shone in my
companion's eyes. Was it doubt or pity, or both?
"She ain't a married woman, is she?" she asked, quietly, as she rose
and walked down the aisle by my side.