“Oh, that will soon go off. I’ve just had a message from Sir Denton.”
“To say that we need not keep the nurse any longer, and that he wants her back at the hospital?”
“No, Aunt, dear, in response to a letter of mine written days ago,” said Neil, looking at her curiously.
“What about, then?”
“To say that he is on his way down here to see my father again, and give me his opinion about the progress made.”
“But, Neil, my dear, you should not ask people like that. The Lydon girls are coming, and I cannot ask one of them to give up her room, and I’m sure Sir Denton wouldn’t like mine, looking out toward the stables, though you can’t see them.”
“Don’t trouble yourself, Aunt, dear. He will not stay. He will come down by one train, spend an hour here, and go back to town at once. I want his indorsement of my ideas respecting a change of treatment.”
“Oh, if that is the case, then I need not worry.”
“Not in the least, Aunt. Only see that the lunch is kept back.”
“Of course, my dear. I am relieved. For it would have been awkward with those girls here.”