“I have followed your advice, or rather your orders,” Dominey interrupted, a little harshly. “It has not always been easy, especially in London, where Rosamund is away from these associations.—I am hoping great things from what may happen to-night, or very soon.”
The doctor nodded sympathetically.
“I shouldn't wonder if you weren't on the right track,” he declared.
Rosamund came in through the window to them and seated herself by Dominey's side.
“Why are you two whispering like conspirators?” she demanded.
“Because we are conspirators,” he replied lightly. “I have persuaded Doctor Harrison to stay the night. He would like a room in our wing. Will you let the maids know, dear?”
She nodded thoughtfully.
“Of course! There are several rooms quite ready. Mrs. Midgeley thought that we might be bringing down some guests. I am quite sure that we can make Doctor Harrison comfortable.”
“No doubt about that, Lady Dominey,” the doctor declared. “Let me be as near to your apartment as possible.”
There was a shade of anxiety in her face.