He went over all their lists carefully, knew just where to lay his hand on everything, and the work went forward rapidly.
Eager had secured a locum and was keen to be off, for every day's delay meant so many wasted lives. Gracie was to stay on at Knoyle with Margaret. And so the very last night came, and found them sitting round the fire in Sir George's study after dinner.
"You must all give an eye to my people while I'm away," said Eager. "Breton is a good sort, I think, but it'll take some time for him to get to know them; and the vicar----"
"The vicar is resigning as soon as you come back," said Sir George quietly. "The South of France is the only place where he can live, Yool says. I want you to take it when you get home."
"That is very good of you, sir. I want you to give me something else too"--and he slipped his hand inside Margaret's arm.
"I know," said Sir George. "Meg has told me, and I could not wish her better."
Gracie flung her arms round Margaret and kissed her heartily.
"Oh, I am so glad!" she cried. "That is what I have been wanting all the time."
"So have I," laughed Eager. And then more soberly, as he lifted Margaret's hand to his lips--"And truly I am grateful. My cup is full--almost to the brim----"
"I wish I could go with you," said Margaret.