“What’s that about me?”
“That I must say good-bye to you,” the doctor declared promptly. “I ought to go and see quite a number of patients. Thank you for a very pleasant respite.”
“Oh, must you go? Rose, Cousin Catherine sent me to find you. It’s about plans for to-morrow. She wants to know something, I’m not sure what.”
“All right,” said Rose. She picked up her book, and gave her hand to Dr. Lucian.
Almost involuntarily, he wrung it hard in his—that big, broad hand of hers, that was yet always soft and warm—but she did not wince.
“Good-bye. Give my love to Henrietta.”
She went away, and Lucian was preparing to go when Diana said suddenly:
“There was just one thing—if you can spare a moment.”
“Certainly,” said the doctor, much surprised.
Diana’s perennial smile seemed a little uncertain, wavering as though she were nervous, but she courageously kept it on her lips.