Judy glanced at Chip, hoping to catch a twinkle of amusement in his eye, but he was looking at Mr. Colebridge.
Chip stayed for an hour or more, saying very little, seeming to prefer listening to talking.
"You make me such very short visits," complained Madame Claire when he got up to go. "I hardly have time to say five words to you before you're off again. But perhaps you'll pay me another visit soon."
"My plans are rather unsettled just now," said Chip vaguely. "May I ring you up one day?"
"Yes, do."
He turned to Judy.
"Tell me," she asked as she took his hand, "are you prefectly well again? No more of those headaches?"
"Oh, yes, I'm as well as ever, thank you. I've almost forgotten that it ever happened—I mean as far as the injuries are concerned."
Judy smiled at him, sorry because she knew he felt he had said something stupid.
"Noel wants to see you, too. We must meet again soon."
"I want to see him. I'll write. It's just possible that I may go away soon, but I'll let you know."
