“Ill?—oh dear, no.”
Percy smiled a smile that to Nigel seemed maddeningly complacent. “She merely wants a little care for a time. We shall go to the country very early this year. As a matter of fact, it’s something she’s very pleased about.” He stopped.
Nigel gave a pale smile. Percy was too irritating!
“Well, you were right not to worry her about the letters. I’m very sorry for the whole thing. I think it’s been hard on me, Kellynch.”
He stood up.
“Good-bye, Hillier!”
Nigel held out his hand; Percy shook it coldly.
As he went to the door, taking up his hat and stick, Nigel said:
“I sincerely hope you won’t miss me!”