“Hungry? Then why didn’t you have some food as soon as you got back?”
“Because I had to go and tell them my news; and then I wanted to see how you were. How is your wound?”
“Oh, it don’t matter about me a bit. I’m in hospital, and being attended to, so of course my husband can go on pleasure-trips, and leave his poor wife to die if so inclined.”
“Curious sort of pleasure-trip, Sarah,” I said. “I say, you should see how Morgan can fight.”
“Fight? Did he have to fight?”
“Yes;” and I told her what he had done.
“Oh, what a foolish, foolish man! How could he go leading you into danger like that?”
“He didn’t. I led him.”
“Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Master George. But tell me; why did you go back home?”
“To see what the place was like, and whether it could be built up again.”