"Is he there—at the house—now?" she asked.
Semingham nodded.
"Will you walk up with me?" she asked eagerly. "I must go directly, you know. He'll be so sorry not to find me there. Do you mind coming? I'm tired."
He offered his arm, and she almost clutched at it, but she walked with nervous quickness.
"He's looking very well," said Semingham. "A bit fagged, and so on, you know, of course, but he'll soon get all right here."
"Yes, yes, very soon," she replied absently, quickening her pace till he had to force his to match it. But, half-way up the hill, she stopped suddenly, breathing rapidly.
"Yes, take a rest, we've been bucketing," said he.
"Did he ask after me?"
"Yes; directly."
"And you said——?"