In Abel's head shot up a whirlwind. - Maybe now he will settle with us? He's married? - How can she asked casually. Shaking his head, Miss Timons said in a stage whisper: - No, and this is even more terrible. Children need a mother. - Are you sure? - Abel repeated, in the same indifferent tone. - Sure, sure. The headmaster asked him to come with his wife to meet, but he said that he had no wife, and no time. Very rude. Can you help him with the children? You do here must be very lonely. At Abel loudly beating heart, pounding in his temples.