She called him eagerly in. "Has Sir Kersley gone? I hope he didn't think me rude. Max made such a fuss about my resting. So I thought—"
"Quite right, my chicken!" Nick came softly to her side. "Max explained your absence. How's the head?"
"Oh, it's all right now. Nick, how soon will Dad and Muriel get your letters?"
"The day after to-morrow," said Nick.
She took his hand and squeezed it. "And we shall hear—when?"
"On Thursday night—with luck," said Nick.
She carried the hand impulsively to her lips. "Nick, you are a darling!"
He laughed. "Same to you! But we won't count on it too much or we may find ourselves crying for the moon, which is the silliest amusement I know. How do you like Sir Kersley Whitton?"
"Oh, very much. You heard about—about Violet's mother having been engaged to him, I suppose?"
"He told me himself," said Nick.