"Where is he to-day?"
"I only saw him just for a minute this morning. He wouldn't let me go with him to-day. He said I must come to you and tell you what I've just told you. So I waited till father and mother had gone out and then I came."
"And when father and mother come back? How do I stand? What am I to do?"
She sat straight up. "To do, Uncle George? But you promised him!"
"I promised him for the moment."
"Well, this is the moment, isn't it? You'll see him as soon as ever you get up again, won't you?"
"Between the two of you I don't seem to have very much choice," I muttered....
Suddenly through the open window came the sound of voices below. Alec and Madge had returned. Jennie flew to my glass, and then, apparently finding all well there, turned, smiled, and put her finger on her lips. She was busily packing up my tray when Madge entered.
"Well, decided to live, George?" the kind creature rallied me. "All sorts of sympathetic messages for you from the Nobles and the Fergusons and the Tank Beverleys—run-after creature that you are! Been to sleep?"
"No."