“What d'you mean?” she asked quickly, though she knew his voice.
“That I'm better. I'm well enough to kick.”
“What at?”
“This!” He waved his hand round the one room. “I must have something to play with till I'm fit for work again.”
“Ah!” She sat on the bed and leaned forward, her hands clasped. “I wonder if it's good for you.”
“We've been better here than anywhere,” he went on slowly. “One could always sell it again.”
She nodded gravely, but her eyes sparkled.
“The only thing that worries me is what happened this morning. I want to know how you feel about it. If it's on your nerves in the least we can have the old farm at the back of the house pulled down, or perhaps it has spoiled the notion for you?”
“Pull it down?” she cried. “You've no business faculty. Why, that's where we could live while we're putting the big house in order. It's almost under the same roof. No! What happened this morning seemed to be more of a—of a leading than anything else. There ought to be people at Pardons. Lady Conant's quite right.”
“I was thinking more of the woods and the roads. I could double the value of the place in six months.”