"What hospital?" asked Judith thoughtfully.
"Judging by his clothes, I should say the County."
Judith sat bolt upright at that.
"He will not go to the County Hospital," she said with finality. "He won't go to any hospital."
"Don't get excited, sis," said Roger with soothing intent. But his words had the opposite effect.
"He's going to stay right where he is," she continued. "It's the least I can do, after nearly killing him."
"That's very kind and good, of course," said the Doctor in obedience to a glance from Roger. "But I'm afraid you don't quite understand. He'll be laid up for a long time—six weeks, perhaps. And really, he'd be better off in a hospital."
"Don't talk nonsense," said Judith sharply. "Is he going to need treatment?"
"Well, no," admitted the Doctor in some confusion.
"It's purely a matter of convalescence. He'll be far more comfortable here. He'll stay here. Now please go away and let me alone. I'm all fagged out."