In the kitchen he was confronted by Euphrasia.
"When is that woman going away?" she demanded. "I've took care of Hilary Vane nigh on to forty years, and I guess I know as much about nursing, and more about Hilary, than that young thing with her cap and apron. I told Dr. Tredway so. She even came down here to let me know what to cook for him, and I sent her about her business."
Austen smiled. It was the first sign, since his return the night before, Euphrasia had given that an affection for Hilary Vane lurked beneath the nature.
"She won't stay long, Phrasie," he answered, and added mischievously, "for a very good reason."
"And what's that?" asked Euphrasia.
"Because you won't allow her to. I have a notion that she'll pack up and leave in about three days, and that all the doctors in Ripton couldn't keep her here."
"Get along with you," said Euphrasia, who could not for the life of her help looking a little pleased.
"I'm going off for a few hours," he said more seriously. "Dr. Tredway tells me they do not look for any developments—for the worse."
"Where are you going?" asked Euphrasia, sharply.
"To Fairview," he said.