Arthur did not notice her expression, but presently he announced to her the outcome of his thoughts.
"I think I shall have to go back to town to-morrow for a bit; some business has turned up."
Her eyes met his quickly and, somehow, rather suspiciously. "Oh, don't you run away too!" she said.
"Run away too! What do you mean? Who's running away? What are you grinning at, Judith?" The word, though not complimentary, really described the character of her smile.
"Godfrey's gone to bed."
"Gone to bed? Why, he was at breakfast!"
"I know. But he says he got up feeling seedy, and now he feels worse. So he's gone to bed."
Arthur looked hard at her, and gradually smiled himself. "What's the matter with him?"
"He says he's got a bad liver attack. But I—I think he's left out the first letter."
"Left out——? Oh, no, you don't mean——?" He burst out laughing. "Well, I'm jiggered!"