“I will say nothing about it just now,” the girl decided.
They had scarcely finished breakfast when wheels were heard on the gravel drive outside, and there came a ring at the bell.
“Mr Waldron, if you please, my lady,” Ball came in to announce with his usual urbane solemnity. “He begs to apologise for coming so early, but if he can go up-stairs to see the young gentleman, he hopes it will not in any way disturb your ladyship.”
Lady Mildred rose from the table.
“Show Mr Waldron into the morning room,” she said; and when the visitor entered the room he found her already there.
“I am ashamed—” he began, his usual rather cold courtesy to Lady Mildred tempered by the sense of his obligation to her; but she interrupted him.
“Pray don’t thank me, Mr Waldron,” she said; “I have done nothing to be thanked for. Hospitality in such a case is an absolute matter of course. I am only thankful the accident proved no worse. I have a good account of your little son this morning. You would like to see him, no doubt?”
Mr Waldron bowed.
“At once if possible,” he said.
Lady Mildred rang the bell.