They went out of the room together, while Pat called out an eager, “Don’t be long!”
It was only a step into the tiny kitchen. In another moment Stephen and Pixie stood within its portals, and she had closed the door behind with a careful hand. Her face had sobered, and there was an anxious furrow in her forehead.
“He looks ill!” she said breathlessly. “Worse than I expected. He said he was getting well. Please tell me honestly—Is it true?”
“Perfectly true in one sense. The knee is doing well, but his general health has suffered. He has been lonely and underfed, and at the first there was considerable pain. I did my best to make him write to you before, for he is not fit to be left alone. That servant is lazy and inefficient.”
Pixie glanced round the untidy room with her nose tilted high.
“’Twill be a healthful shock for her to come back and find a mistress in possession. We’ll have a heart to heart talk to-morrow morning,” she announced, with so quaint an assumption of severity that Stephen was obliged to laugh. She laughed with him, struggling out of her coat, and looking round daintily for a place to lay it.
“That nail on the door! There’s not a clean spot. Now for the kettle! You fill it, while I rummage. What’s the most unlikely place for the tea? It will be there. She’s the sort of muddler who’d leave it loose among the potatoes.”
“It’s in the caddy. The brown box on the dresser. I’ve found it before.”
“The caddy!” Pixie looked quite annoyed at so obvious a find. “Oh, so it is. Where’s the butter then, and the bread, and the sugar? Where’s the spoons? Where does she put the cloths? Rake out that bottom bar to make a draught. Does he get feverish at nights? It’s a mercy I brought a cake, for I don’t believe there’s a thing. Does he take it strong?”
She was bustling about as she spoke, opening and shutting drawers, standing on tip-toe to peer over kitchen shelves, lifting the lids of dishes upon the dresser. One question succeeded fast upon another, but she did not trouble herself to wait for a reply, and Stephen, watching with a flickering smile, was quite nonplussed when at last she paused, as if expectant of an answer.