"No; what do you mean?" she said. "You quite startle me. Why should he be anxious?"
"Well, I almost wish he were. It would suit my purpose to have him anxious for a day or two. However, if he isn't, he isn't, and there's an end of it. Nora, don't you want to see your father very badly?"
"Oh, yes!" replied Nora. Her face grew pink and red. "Of course I'd like to see him, but I have not an idea where he is."
"He's in London, close to you, you goose."
"Antonia!" interrupted Mrs. Bernard Temple.
"Mother, she is a goose not to remember that Squire Lorrimer is in town. You ought to write to him, Nora, and ask him to come to see you."
"If he's in London I don't know his address," answered Nora.
"You can write to his club—the Carlton. Here, I'll find you paper and pen, or, if you are too tired to write after the doctor's examination, you can dictate a letter to me. Here, what do you want to say? I'm not a good hand at letter-writing, but you must know the sort of thing. You had better ask him to dinner to-night; there's not an hour to be lost."
"You forget that we are going to the theatre to-night," said Mrs. Bernard Temple.