Sir William was very anxious about her, and had many consultations with the doctors, and at last it was agreed that the best thing possible for her would be to leave England for a time and to spend the winter abroad.
The doctors said that the warmer climate would be good for her health, and Sir William felt that the excitement and pleasure of travelling would turn her thoughts, more than anything else, from her trouble and disappointment.
"And where do you think we are going, May?" said Evelyn, when she had told me with great joy what her father had decided.
"I do not know at all, Evelyn," I said; "I thought perhaps it would be to Mentone, or perhaps somewhere in Italy."
"Oh no," said Evelyn; "nowhere so commonplace as that! Guess again!"
But I could not guess, so she told me, with great delight, that Sir William's plan was to go down the Mediterranean to Egypt, and then, if Evelyn was well enough, to go on in the early spring to Jerusalem.
"To Jerusalem! Oh, Evelyn," I said, "you will enjoy that."
"Yes, and so will you, May," she said. "I know how you long to go there; I was quite as glad for you as for myself, when papa told me."
"Oh, Evelyn," I said; "do you mean to say that I am going too? I never dreamt of that."
"Of course you are going," she said, indignantly. "Do you think I could do without you? Oh, May, isn't it delightful!"