Philip, gathering from this observation that the weather was inclined to be inclement, replied sleepily but politely that rain made little or no difference to his plans at present.
"I dare say," retorted the housemaid. "But it's me afternoon out. And please, sir," she added, recollecting herself, "Miss Marguerite wants to know if you are ready for your breakfast."
"Thank you," said Philip. "In a very few minutes."
When the housemaid had departed, he sat up in bed as completely as splints and bandages would permit, and prepared for breakfast. Then he lay back in bed and waited, with his eyes fixed unwinkingly upon the door.
Presently there was a rattle of silver and crockery outside, accompanied by a cheerfully whistled tune, and breakfast entered upon a tray.
Behind the tray came Peggy Falconer, who had been Philip's hostess now for the best part of three weeks.
She greeted her patient with a maternal smile, and enquired:—
"Slept well?"
"Very well, thank you."
"Leg troublesome?"