Winifred moved the bedclothes carefully aside.
“I think not,” she said.
Egbert stooped also to look.
“No, it doesn’t,” she said. Then he stood up with a relieved look on his face. He turned to the child.
“Eat your pudding, Joyce,” he said. “It won’t be anything. You’ve only got to keep still for a few days.”
“You haven’t had your dinner, have you, Daddy?”
“Not yet.”
“Nurse will give it to you,” said Winifred.
“You’ll be all right, Joyce,” he said, smiling to the child and pushing the blonde hair off her brow. She smiled back winsomely into his face.
He went downstairs and ate his meal alone. Nurse served him. She liked waiting on him. All women liked him and liked to do things for him.