"Say what, dear?"
"That old song," she said rather incoherently. "It—it has memories for me—memories that hurt."
"What memories?" he asked.
But she could not tell him, and he passed the matter by.
The man in the conservatory drew back with his hands deep in his pockets, and went back by the way he had come.
CHAPTER XXVI
A FOOL'S ERRAND
Dr. Jim's expectations, so far as Olga was concerned, were fulfilled.
When he went back to Weir, she remained in town with Nick and Muriel.
But he did not go back alone. Will, Daisy, and Peggy went with him.
Daisy's love for Dr. Jim was almost as great as her love for Nick, and
Will had spent his boyhood under his care.
There was a cottage close to the doctor's house which Daisy had tenanted seven or eight years before when she had been obliged to come Home for her health and Will had been left behind in India. Dr. Jim had managed to secure this cottage a second time, and here they were soon installed with all the joy of exiles in an English spring.
"But we are not going to forego the honeymoon," Will said on their first evening, as he and Daisy stood together in the ivy-covered porch.