The Bishop looked after her, but did not speak. He was sorry for her.
"You can go out till tea-time," said Rachel, to the nurse. "I will stay with Miss Gresley till then."
Hester was lying on a couch by the fire in a rose-colored wrapper. Her small face, set in its ruffle of soft lace, looked bright and eager. Her hair had been cut short, and she looked younger and more like Regie than ever.
Her thin hands lay contentedly in her lap. The principal bandages were gone. Only three fingers of the right hand were in a chrysalis state.
"I shall not be in too great a hurry to get well," she said to Rachel. "If I do you will rush away to London and get married.
"Shall I?" Rachel set down the little bottle on the mantel-piece.
"When is Mr. Scarlett coming down?"
"He came down to-day."
"Then possibly he may call."
"Such things do happen."