"I shall be thankful to 'ave yer, miss," was the relieved answer. "You never know what may 'appen, and if the doctor was to die in 'is bed I should be that scared I shouldn't know which way to turn."
"Oh, there's no fear of that," replied Nancy, smiling. "You go along and cut up some bread while I put the milk on."
A quarter of an hour later, carrying a daintily laid tray, she mounted the staircase and tapped at Colin's door.
"Come in," he called out, and, entering the room, she found him sitting up in bed and smoking a cigarette.
"Oh, I'm pretty well all right now, except for my head," he replied cheerfully in answer to her inquiry. "Lucky for me it's a good thick one, or I believe that chap would have fractured my skull."
"I'm not going to let you talk," said Nancy severely. "You've got to eat this and go right off to sleep. I've arranged to stay here to-night so that you won't have to bother about the 'phone."
"I promise I'll be good," said Colin obediently, "but there are two things I want to speak to you about, and they'll neither of them take long."
Nancy glanced at her watch. "I will stop five minutes," she said, "just while you finish your bread and milk."
She sat down on the edge of the bed and helped herself to a cigarette from the case which he held out to her.
"In the first place, I've got to apologize for being an idiot," he began. "If I'd had the sense to listen to your warning I shouldn't have given you and Joe all this confounded trouble." He dipped his spoon into the basin and looked at her thoughtfully. "Well," he added, after a pause, "what do you think of our friend Major Fenton now?"