Sybil said nothing for a moment.
'I shall go down this afternoon,' she said. 'Why is he at Brighton? Why is he not at some proper place?'
'He went to Sheringham for a time, but he left it.'
'But he has got to get better,' said Sybil quickly. 'He must do what is sensible.'
Judy glanced up at her a moment.
'As things at present stand, he does not much want to get better,' she said.
Sybil turned, and looked at her long and steadily.
'You mean me?' she asked.
There was silence. Sybil went to the writing-table and wrote a telegram, while her sister took up the paper she had dropped and looked at it mechanically. Almost immediately a short paragraph struck her eye, but her mind, dwelling on other things, did not at once take in its significance.
'Yet you advised me yourself not to marry him,' said Sybil, as she rang the bell.