She suspended her trowel without looking up. "Yes?"
"They sail for Europe on Saturday."
Rachel stopped short in her work. "Going to Europe on Saturday? Why, I can't understand—Eva was here this morning."
"Astry says she's broken down and the doctor's ordered a trip to Europe."
"She said nothing about it; I—I thought her quite well."
"So did I," said Belhaven dryly, "but it seems that the doctor was called in."
Rachel rose, gathering up her trowel and shears. "I must go and 'phone to her; I can't understand."
Belhaven moved about among the flower-beds, examining them much as an explorer would look at a newly discovered specimen. "I think you need a change yourself," he said at last; "you've had as much of it as—the rest of us."
"Oh, I can't go!"
Something in her tone made him turn sharply.