"But I told you I should go out of my mind in a week!"
"Will you go for six weeks, six days?"
"You want to get rid of me?"
Eric felt his patience ebbing.
"I want to see you looking less of a haggard little wreck than you do now," he exclaimed.
"Then I'll go. Thank you, Eric."
From the end of the table Lord Crawleigh's voice penetrated authoritatively.
"Barbara! … Barbara! Are you coming with us by the 4.10?"
She pressed Eric's hand before turning her head.
"I can't come till the 5.40," she said.