‘Your husband would pack you off to a kindergarten, wouldn’t he,’ said the nurse, laughing more than ever.
Catherine laughed too. She was so full of hope that she already felt younger. But when she put on her hat before the glass she saw she didn’t anyhow look it.
‘Don’t I look too awful,’ she said, turning round frankly to the friendly nurse, who, after all, was going to be the witness of her triumphant progress backwards through the years.
‘We’ll soon get rid of all that,’ said the nurse gaily.
Catherine quite loved the nurse.
XV
It was an exciting life during the next week,—so much to plan, so much to arrange, and she herself buoyant with hope and delight. She couldn’t, of course, leave London during her treatment, so to Christopher’s astonishment she urged him to go to Scotland without her.
‘But Catherine——’
He couldn’t believe his own ears.
‘Go and have a good time, Chris darling.’