"Nothing in this meeting became him like——" began Randal.
But Caldegard cut him short.
"He meant it, Randal," he said.
"Exactly. Requiescat. Let's see if we can get this neurasthenic down to the car without waking him."
CHAPTER XXVII.
AN INTERIM REPORT.
Though maid to a lady accounted very fine, Suzanne, in presence of beauty unadorned, was a simple and kind-hearted enthusiast in her art. Before lunch-time next day she had done so well for Amaryllis out of Lady Elizabeth Bruffin's wardrobe, that she declared, with conviction to fill up the gap in evidence, "que mademoiselle n'a jamais pu paraitre plus seduisante, plus pimpante qu'aujourd'hui."
"How can she know that?" asked Amaryllis laughing.
"Because nothing possible could be, you pretty creature," said Lady Elizabeth, glowing with pleasure in the success of her nursing and in the quality of Dick Bellamy's conquest.