“Mind!” echoed Trix, “I am quite delighted. I’ve been so bored, and rather tired, and—yes, I think quite depressed.”
Doctor Hilary looked concerned.
“You poor little thing,” he said. “And I suppose you have had one sandwich, and no tea. Men turn to food when they’re depressed, and women think they can’t eat. Honestly, there’s nothing like a good meal for helping one to look on the brighter side of things.”
Trix smiled first at him, and then at the tea-basket.
“Anyhow I’m to be fed now, it seems.”
The train began to move slowly out of the station. Doctor Hilary gave vent to an ill-supressed sigh of relief. The train was non-stop to Brent. He began pulling at the straps of the tea-basket.
Tea and Doctor Hilary’s company had a really marvellous effect on Trix’s spirits. The little pleasant occurrence had happened, and quite unexpectedly.
“I’m glad you’re coming down to Woodleigh,” said Doctor Hilary presently. “The Duchessa has seemed out of sorts lately, and I fancy your coming will cheer her.”
“Oh,” said Trix, “you think so, too.” And then she stopped.
“Who else thinks so?” queried Doctor Hilary.