"Not unless you would rather not come," said the squire.
"Thank you," she said. "May I—think about it?"
The squire was looking at her attentively. "What is the matter?" he said suddenly.
She met his look steadily, though he felt it to be with an effort. Then quietly she turned to Vera.
"I have just had a letter," she said, "from a friend who is in trouble.
Do you think you can spare me—for a little while?"
Vera stretched a hand to her. "My dear Juliet, I am so sorry. Of course you shall go. What is it? What has happened?"
Juliet came to her, took and held the hand. "You are very kind," she said. "But I don't want you to be troubled too. There is no need. You are sure you will be all right without me?"
"You will come back to me?" Vera said.
"I will certainly come back," Juliet made steadfast answer, "even if I can't stay. But now that you are able to sit up, you will need me less. You will take care of her, Mr. Fielding?" looking up at him.
He nodded. "You may be sure of that—the utmost care. When must you go?"