She stood silent, whilst he told her to keep her aunt a little warmer, or something as trivial, and then scribbled a line or two on a sheet of paper for the chemist. The he went. But he had gained his end. He had held her small cool hand in his. She had not been able to refuse it when he held out his.
CHAPTER III
Agatha came back to the drawing-room, and went straight to her flowers. She did not look at her aunt.
"Well," asked the latter inquisitively. She loved discussing her own ailments.
"Well, there is nothing new. He evidently thinks you immensely better. So much better that I wonder he comes here at all."
"It is very kind of him to come," said Mrs. Greatorex calmly.
"It is too kind. And—for nothing."
"My dear Agatha, I'm afraid it cannot be for nothing. I expect he will see little symptoms of—-"
"I don't mean that. What"—impatiently—"I want to say is, that he gains nothing by coming here."
"Nothing in a pecuniary sense, certainly," said Mrs. Greatorex; "but he likes good society—-"