"I was longing to get away. You see I haven't been out of England since I was sixteen. Except to Scotland, and I don't count that. And I felt—stale. You've saved my life, I think, and now you say I'm going to save yours. . . . We'll have a wonderful time, won't we, Miss McPherson?"
"It will be very nice," said she.
"Miss McPherson tells me you'll be out in a day or two," Judy went on. "I'm looking forward to the day when we can go motoring. There must be glorious trips to be taken."
He turned his eyes toward his nurse.
"What else did you tell her?" he demanded.
"Everything I thought necessary." She pressed her lips together but her eyes smiled.
"I thought you were Scotch enough to keep a secret."
"I can keep them when I choose."
"Judy," Stephen said, "I'm not as bad as I pretended I was. I had a stroke. Yes, you needn't jump, you over there. Thought I didn't know, I suppose. Pish! Of course I knew. It wasn't a bad one, Judy, but I knew it meant no London for me for weeks, perhaps months. So I made up my mind I was going to have you or Eric. You, preferably. Something Claire said made me think you might welcome a change just
