“Yes, but look here—what can I say to Quelton when he hears about it?”
“Laugh it off,” said Lexy.
The idea of Captain Grey trying to laugh off anything made her grin from ear to ear.
“Not much of a joke, though, is it?” he said rather stiffly. “Suppose he hoofs us out of the house?”
“Oh, dear!” cried Lexy. “You’re not a bit resourceful! Let’s try it, anyhow. It’s horrible to think of her shut up like that. Perhaps she’s longing to see you.”
He rose.
“Right-o!” he said. “Let’s try it!”
Together they went up the stairs and down the hall of the other wing, opposite that in which Lexy’s room was. Captain Grey knocked on a door, and a quiet, middle-aged little nurse came out.
“I’ll just pop in to see how my sister’s getting on,” said the young man, and Lexy silently applauded his toploftical manner.
“I’m sorry,” said the little nurse, “but Dr. Quelton has given strict orders—”