"Now that you are here, you must stay for a breathing space," she said kindly. "You must forget it, put it out of your mind, take a holiday. Strong as you are, you are not cast iron, and if you broke down, think what a disaster it would be for the Cure."
"Will you help me to have a holiday?"
She laughed. "To the best of my ability—and provided you don't want to make me shock Nunsmere too much."
He waved his hand in the direction of the village and said, Napoleonically:
"I'll look after Nunsmere. I have the motor here. We can go all over the country. Will you come?"
"On one condition."
"And that?"
"That you won't spread the Cure among our Surrey villages, and that you'll talk of something else all the time."
He rose and put out his hand. "I accept," he cried frankly. "I'm not a fool. I know you're right. When are you coming to see Penton Court? I will give a housewarming You say that Dix has settled down here. I'll look him up. I'll be glad to see the muddle-headed seraph again. I'll ask him to come, too, so there will be you and he—and perhaps your sister will honor me, and your mother, Mrs. Oldrieve?"
"Mother doesn't go out much nowadays," said Zora. "But Emmy will no doubt be delighted to come."