“Then stop her.”
“I would. I would stop her at once if I hadn’t got the influenza. You see yourself the state I’m in. The nurse wouldn’t let me do it even if McMeekin agreed.”
“Damn the nurse!”
“I quite agree; and if you’d do as I suggest and cart her off to Vittie——”
“Look here,” said Titherington. “It’s all very well you’re talking like that, but this is serious. The whole election’s becoming a farce. Miss Beresford——”
“It’s a well-known fact that there is nothing so uncontrollable as a tiger once it has got the taste of human blood, and Miss Beresford, having found out how nice it is to call you and Vittie and O’Donoghue liars, isn’t likely to be persuaded——”
“What are you going to do?” said Titherington truculently.
“I? I’m going back to bed as soon as I can, and when once back I’m going to stay there.”
Titherington looked so angry that I began to feel afraid. I was quite helpless and I did not want him to revenge himself on me by carrying off the champagne or sending for a second nurse.
“There’s just one idea which occurs to me,” I said. “I doubt whether it will be much use, but you might try it if you’re regularly stuck. Write to Hilda’s mother.”