Scotch woman, met her at the station in Cannes. She seemed glad, in her quiet, professional way, to see Judy, and as they drove to the hotel in the omnibus, she told her about Stephen.
"It was a slight stroke," she explained, "but we won't be calling it that because Mr. de Lisle doesn't know, or doesn't want to know. He will have it that it was an attack of some sort. But he's much better to-day, and in a fortnight or so, he'll be as well as he was before. Of course that isn't saying that he'll be enjoying robust health."
"Does that mean that he can never come to London?" Judy asked.
"Oh, dear me, no, I wouldn't say that. You'll do him good. And I think he's been here long enough." Then she added with a twinkle in her little gray eyes:
"He was just determined to see you or Colonel Gregory. Between you and me, Miss Pendleton, my poor old patient's very bored here."
Judy nodded.
"I see," she said. "I'm more than ever glad that I came. I'm thankful to hear he's no worse; I was afraid of—something really desperate. We must amuse him somehow. Doesn't he ever go motoring?"
The little nurse shook her head.
