“Visitors are a brutal bane, ninety per cent. of them, but you two are most marked exceptions. We can go as far as the Park, anyway, for that is on my way, and I know my wife has designs on yours—you won’t get her back much before dinner time.”
Mr. Waring turned round with a start.
“Is this the case?” he asked blankly.
“I would like to stay,” said Mrs. Waring softly, but she hung her head and did not look at her husband.
He looked at her, however, and his brows lifted themselves. He turned with solemnity to Mrs. Fellowes.
“Pray consider this question of quinine,” he said, “and let us know the result—our experience is quite insufficient to go on.”
“You are quite welcome to all mine,” said Mrs. Fellowes laughing.
He turned to his wife again. “Good-bye, my love. I hope I shall be able to get on with my work, but—ahem—this upsets one sadly.”
Mrs. Fellowes went to her husband in the hall just then and they were alone.
“This is quite unusual, love—are you wise to remain?” he said.