"You are not looking your best!" she said with an anxious glance. "In fact, I think you look more of an invalid than when you left us. I very much doubt if London agrees with you?"
"It may be the London air," I said, "or it may be the hard workor my rather lonely life: anyhow, I've not been feeling very well, lately. But Elveston will soon set me up again. Arthur's prescriptionhe's my doctor, you know, and I heard from him this morningis 'plenty of ozone, and new milk, and pleasant society'!"
"Pleasant society?" said Lady Muriel, with a pretty make-believe of considering the question. "Well, really I don't know where we can find that for you! We have so few neighbours. But new milk we can manage. Do get it of my old friend Mrs. Hunter, up there, on the hill-side. You may rely upon the quality. And her little Bessie comes to school every day, and passes your lodgings. So it would be very easy to send it."
"I'll follow your advice, with pleasure," I said; "and I'll go and arrange about it to-morrow. I know Arthur will want a walk."
