"It may be for his happiness; but what about yours?"
"I am going to be happy too," she assured him. "Indeed I did not know that life could hold so much happiness, or so great a joy as I have now. Tell me," she added more lightly, "how long do you think we ought to keep the nurse?"
"There is no need for her now," he said in his usual professional manner. "Keen can look after him, with you and Mrs. Goodman to do the cosseting. I will get rid of her at the end of the week."
"He will be able to come down-stairs soon, and then I shall drive him out in the pony-carriage."
"It won't hurt him," he agreed, "provided he is carried down the stairs. If I could only tell how much he remembers!"
"That is what we cannot tell. Perhaps it is better to hope that he will never remember."
The doctor nodded. "I shall not be coming so often now. I have one or two other cases which require a good deal of attention, and you can send for me if it is necessary. Meanwhile I will look in every few days. He is less likely to think of his illness if I am not here to remind him of it. Have you heard when the Major is coming home?"
"No. In Marion's last letter she said that Dickie would be able to travel in a fortnight or so, but that he was ordered to the sea. So I don't know whether they will come home or not. She said that this coast was rather too bracing for him—at least she thought so."
"I expect you will hear something in the next day or two," said he rather grimly.
Philippa laughed. "Yes," she agreed, "I expect I shall."