Eric looked from one to the other.
"I should prescribe three months in the country, bed at ten—and make her stay there for twelve hours."
"I should be out of my mind in a week," Barbara protested.
There was a pause, and Lady Crawleigh, with a rueful shrug, turned away to speak to Gaymer.
"I like the way you order me into bed and out of bed!" Barbara whispered. "If you cared what happened to me, it would be one thing, but, when I'm becoming a bit of a nuisance, you know.…"
Eric looked round cautiously and lowered his voice.
"Lady Barbara," he began.
"You persist in that?"
"Babs, then——"
"Yes, but you're receiving a favour, not conferring it."