The two men were lounging back in the open car. One, at least, was reveling in the sweet fresh air of the prairie lands as he sped upon the first stage of his journey back to the crowded streets of the city to which he belonged.
"I think it will be best to give her a complete change," the surgeon said, after a long, thoughtful silence. "When I say complete I mean Europe, or travel about generally. Egypt, Palestine. Even China, or Japan. Take her completely out of herself, and every surrounding she's used to. There's nothing like comfortable travel in easy stages for a woman who's gone through what Mrs. Hendrie has."
"I'd thought of it," said the millionaire, settling himself more deeply on the wide seat.
The surgeon smiled.
"Then put it into practice," he returned.
Hendrie nodded. He was gazing out ahead over the long even trail. There was a grave look in his steady eyes.
"Say," he inquired, a moment later, "guess she's pretty strong—now? No danger of a relapse?"
"None whatever—I should say."
The little man's eyes were surveying the other speculatively.
"I'm—glad," said Hendrie, with a heavy sigh. "None, eh?"