“Ah no, lord, not when things are so nearly safe! Besides, you forget that I am making use of the yacht already. And I am not afraid, with you.”
“I should not be afraid for you, but that I think your brother must be a little mad on the subject. Danaë! to please me, will you ask if you may see him now? I will come with you if you prefer it. It is only natural that you should wish to see him, and he can hardly refuse. Then we can judge by what he says whether he has laid aside his grudge against you, or not.”
“Are you really in earnest?” she asked, puzzled. “I will go if you wish it,” and she rose stiffly, for she was aching in every limb. “No, do not come. I am not afraid he will hurt me. But if he has still not forgiven me, what should we do?”
“Keep watch all night, and go on board at daybreak,” said Armitage decisively, and Danaë laughed in sympathy as she went out. She returned very soon.
“They won’t let me see him. He is asleep, and the doctors forbid him to be disturbed. The wife of Panagiotis is in charge of the nursing. I was angry, and asked her husband why she took so much upon herself, and he said she had been trained under the best German surgeons.”
“But did you want to nurse him?” asked Armitage, in surprise.
“No, indeed; she is welcome to him, though I did not see why she should be there. But if it had been you, I would have dragged her out of the room by her hair!”
“I believe you would. But meanwhile, we are still in the dark as to your brother’s feelings.”
“Oh no,” said Danaë unconcernedly. “Panagiotis says that he was pleased to hear what I had done, and spoke of me as one who had deserved well at his hands.”
“I hope that puts things all right,” said Armitage, still anxious.