“My seeing Sir Thomas is nothing,” he said. “But I felt as if you were keeping something back. Can’t you tell me what he said?”
“I can’t go into medical details,” said Peggy; “but I can tell you this, that when Edith called me in after she had consulted him and told me what he had said we both simply sat and roared with laughter. And I rather think he joined.”
Hugh gave a great sigh of relief, and Peggy ejaculated “God forgive me!” below her breath.
“Oh, why didn’t you tell me that?” he said.
“Because I thought it so much better that you should see Sir Thomas,” said Peggy quite glibly.
Hugh turned on her.
“You have the making of a diplomatist,” he said. “What’s the use of my seeing Sir Thomas now you have told me that? And Edith really looks forward to Munich, and it will spoil it if I’m not in tearing spirits? Lord! I won’t spoil it. Where shall we go instead?”
“The Zoo,” said Peggy without hesitation.
Hugh called the changed direction out of the window to the chauffeur, and sat silent awhile.
“After all, it was absurd of me to think there could be anything wrong,” he said, “or of course she would have told me.”