“I wish I could think so,” said Olivia.
It was nearly lunch time. Myra went out and returned with a can of hot water.
“You’ll not see him so long as I’m about to look after you,” she remarked.
And Olivia laughed at the dragon of her childhood.
Some mornings afterwards, Myra came to her mistress.
“If it’s convenient to you, I should like a few days’ leave. I’ve had a letter.”
“Nothing serious, I hope?” asked Olivia, whose thoughts flew to the madman in the County Asylum.
“I don’t know,” said Myra. “Can I go?”
“Of course,” said Olivia.
So Myra packed her worn valise and left Medlow by the first available train. But the Asylum was not her destination. The next day saw her seeking admittance to University College Hospital, London.