Being come to the end of the drive he turned, flourished his shabby hat and so was gone.
CHAPTER LXXIV
HOW THE DUCHESS MADE UP HER MIND, AND BARNABAS DID THE LIKE
"Gracious heavens—he's actually up—and dressed! Oh Lud, Barnabas, what does this mean?"
Barnabas started and turned to find the Duchess regarding him from the doorway and, though her voice was sharp, her eyes were wonderfully gentle, and she had stretched out her hands to him. Therefore he crossed the room a little unsteadily, and taking those small hands in his, bent his head and kissed them reverently.
"It means that, thanks to you, Duchess, I am well again and—"
"And as pale as a goblin—no, I mean a ghost—trying to catch his death of cold at an open window too—I mean you, not the ghost! And as weak as—as a rabbit, and—oh, dear me, I can't shut it—the casement—drat it! Thank you, Barnabas. Dear heaven, I am so flurried—and even your boots on too! Let me sit down. Lud, Barnabas—how thin you are!"
"But strong enough to go on my way—"
"Way? What way? Which way?"
"Home, Duchess."