“I see. Now, would there be any danger if you and I went up and took charge over from Mrs. Noel?”
“Poor Eusty!”
“Yes, yes! But, exercise your judgment. Would it harm him?”
Barbara was silent. “No,” she said at last, “I don't suppose it would, now; but it's for the doctor to say.”
Lady Valleys exhibited a manifest relief.
“We'll see him first, of course. Eustace will have to have an ordinary nurse, I suppose, for a bit.”
Looking stealthily at Barbara, she added:
“I mean to be very nice to her; but one mustn't be romantic, you know, Babs.”
From the little smile on Barbara's lips she derived no sense of certainty; indeed she was visited by all her late disquietude about her young daughter, by all the feeling that she, as well as Miltoun, was hovering on the verge of some folly.
“Well, my dear,” she said, “I am going down.”