He spoke quickly, almost impatiently.
'The doctor says you're still suffering from nervous shock;' she answered in a toneless voice, professionally.
'Still, very soon I shan't need any attendance that a valet or a housekeeper couldn't give me, shall I?'
'No, I suppose not.'
'Well, my dear Miss Clay—of course, I shall hate you to go,' he said politely, 'but don't you think we ought to be thinking—'
He stopped.
She answered:
'Of course I'll go whenever you and Dr Wood think it right.'
'You see,' he went on, 'I know I shall need a housekeeper, especially when Teddy comes back. He's coming back on leave next week'—Aylmer glanced at the telegram in his hand—'and, well—'
'You don't think I could—'