"John, darling," she said sweetly. "People will begin to talk if I stay
here at Wendover now that you are getting better--and you would hate
that as much as I--so I have settled to go to Carlsbad with Lady
Maulevrier--just for three weeks. By that time my splendid John will be
himself again and we can settle about our wedding--" then she bent and
kissed him once more before he could speak. "Arabella is going to get
her mother to come down," she went on, "and you will be safe here with
these devoted old ladies and your Brome who is plainly in love with you,
poor thing!" and she laughed gayly. "Say you think it is best, too,
John, dearest?"
"Whatever you wish," he answered with some sudden quick sense of relief.
"I know I am an awful bore lying here, and I shall not be able to crawl
to a sofa even for another week, these doctors say."
"You are not a bore--you are a darling," she murmured, patting his hand.
"And if only I were allowed to stay with you--night and day--and nurse
you like Brome, I should be perfectly happy. But these snatched
scraps--John, darling, I can't bear it!"
He wondered if she were lying.
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