"Let me send for a doctor," he whispered, as she finally passed his chair.
But she shook her head with a smile.
"No, no. It will be all right in the morning."
But when he saw her in the morning, he knew at once that this prophecy had not been fulfilled. She met his anxious scrutiny with a smile indeed, but her heavy eyes belied it. He knew that she had spent a sleepless night.
"It wasn't my hand that kept me awake," she protested, when he charged her with this.
But Babbacombe was dissatisfied.
"Do see a doctor. I am sure it ought to be properly dressed," he urged. "I'll take you myself in the motor, if you will."
She yielded at length to his persuasion, though plainly against her will, and an hour later they drove off together, leaving the rest of the party to follow the hounds.
At the park gate they overtook West, walking swiftly. He raised his hat as they went by, but did not so much as look at Cynthia.
A sudden silence fell upon her, and it was not till some minutes had passed that she broke it.