Armour immediately got up—a resolved look upon his face.
“Here, take this with you,” said Dr. Camperdown handing him the tray. “Persuade Vivienne to go downstairs. Mammy Juniper and I will look after Stargarde.”
Dr. Camperdown looked severely at Mammy Juniper after Armour had entered the room. “Don’t you see that every drop of blood in his body is crying out for that girl? You might as well try to stop Niagara with one of your fingers as to check him now. Let him alone and all will be well. Your rôle now should be that of peacemaker, and you’ll find your hands full with Valentine.”
The old woman groaned, shook her head, and with an appearance of the greatest dejection sat swinging herself to and fro.
CHAPTER XXVII
NOT TO BE REPEATED
Judy had gone to bed and Vivienne was pacing swiftly up and down the room.
Armour would never see her like that again. Her face was flushed and contorted, her head held high, and in all her tempers and mental disturbances she had never flung him so passionate a glance.
“Put it down,” she said with a haughty gesture in the direction of the tray.
“Will you eat nothing?” he said. “It is late.”
“No, I will not.”