"Don't gulp," warned Christina.
"I'm not gulping. I'm yearning. I saw him yearning once, the dear, I am trying to find some of his strength now. It is a little difficult."
On the way home Christina dropped into a telephone booth and paid three precious pennies.
"Ronnie! Christina speaking. Beryl is coming to see you tonight. At eight. Wait for her—don't dare to be out."
She cut off before he could ask questions.
XIV
Sir John Maxton stayed to dinner. Beryl did not put in an appearance until just before eight.
"Already, Beryl?"
Dr. Merville scrambled up. His face was gray, his eyes sunken, the hands that took her by the shoulders shook.