But I think he need not have charged such high prices for the stuff if he stole it!" "No indeed!" exclaimed Katherine, with a thrill of indignation in her tone.

"But why did you go to such a place?
You would surely have been better off on one of the boats, or Mrs.Jenkin would have made room for you somehow, although her house is very small and fearfully crowded." "It was part of the programme, don't you see?
I came to be on the spot to stop the leakage, and, having given a pretty good guess as to where the leaky spot was, Mr.Selincourt told me to lodge, if possible, in the abode of Oily Dave." "But you will not go back?
Mr.Selincourt would not expect it of you," she said, a swift terror leaping into her eyes.
"No, I shall not reside under the roof of Oily Dave any longer," he answered.

"But I shall remind him of that locked door, and various other things, some day when it suits me." "What are you doing?
Are you going to put it down in a book ?" Katherine asked in surprise, as he drew out a pocket-book and began to write.
"Certainly! You are a woman of business, and must know that it is best to have facts down in black and white," he answered.

Then, having finished with Oily Dave, he turned to the other side of the same book, and began questioning her about her father's condition before his seizure, and entering the answers in the same way.
"You think that Father will really rally again ?" she asked, with a fear lest his former hopefulness about his patient was merely assumed to cheer Mrs.Burton, who had been plunged in dreadful grief all day.
"I am inclined to believe that he may recover to a certain extent, but I should have a much better idea of his chances if I knew more of his condition beforehand, especially his state of mind.

Your sister says that he had no particular worries, nor anything to induce apprehension or acute anxiety.