He never meant it.

He does not really suppose--no, no; he said he did not ask anything.

He told me because I asked.

Poor darling father!" And with something very like a sob she hurried on to Yeld.
She went straight to Dr Brandram's.
"Well, my dear young lady, it does one good to see you back," said he; "but bless me, how pale you look." "Do I?
I'm quite well, thank you.

Dr Brandram," said she, "do you know anything about this Mr Ratman ?" The Doctor stared at this abrupt inquiry.
"Nothing more than you and every one else does--that he is a rank impostor!" "I don't mean that.