"I'm more anxious about the old man," the doctor was saying as Harding came up. "He'll want very careful nursing, so if you could undertake it, you'll lift a weight off my shoulders."
"I will be ready to come out to-morrow if you want me," she answered. "Send word by Mr. Harding when he comes in—he is going to stay here to-night. You will bring me word, won't you?" she added, turning to Harding. "Is Mr. Gale driving back?"
"He is coming now to pick you up—here he is," Harding replied as Gale's buggy and pair swung into sight.
He helped her in and wrapped a rug round her.
"Don't be late in the morning—I shall be anxious to hear if the doctor wants me," she said as Gale turned his horses and drove off.
"She's a splendid woman that," the doctor said as he stood looking after the buggy disappearing in the dusk. "Pity she's tied to such a rat as that chap Eustace. I suppose you know him?"
"I am in the bank," Harding answered.
"Oh, are you? Then perhaps I've put my foot in it?"
"I don't think so."
"Have you known him long?"