"What do you say to a change?"
"I had not thought of that," said Michael with a flicker of interest. "Now you mention it—yes. That's the very thing. I should like—a change."
Wentworth came forward at once.
"Norway?" he said eagerly, "or Switzerland. We must be guided by you, doctor. Or a yacht? You used to be fond of yachting, Michael. We will go anywhere you like."
Michael's face fell.
The doctor leaned back and examined his finger tips. He had seen what he wanted.
"The yacht won't do," he said with decision. "And Norway's out of the question. Much too far. In fact, there's only one place that will do."
"Where is that?" said Wentworth.
"I don't know yet. Where is it, Mr. Carstairs?"
"I should like," said Michael, colouring painfully, for he knew he was going to hurt Wentworth, "I should like to go to Lostford; not for long, just for a little bit."