hadn't gone to the club to pick you up," she mused, "if I'd gone straight home, it wouldn't have happened."
"Oh, hush, Judy! What's the good of all that? Look here"—he paused in front of her—"Chip evidently isn't well off. I intend to arrange with the doctor, about bills. So you back me up, won't you?"
"Of course. I'd thought of that too. And Noel"
"Well?"
"Let's keep this to ourselves. I'd much rather not tell the family anything about it. Wouldn't you?"
"Much. It's our affair."
"I've hardly spent any of my allowance lately. We'll go halves about the bills. . . . Don't even tell Gordon, will you?"
"Gordon? He's about the last person I'd tell."
Here the doctor returned, followed by Major Stroud. They closed the bedroom door softly.
"Nothing to worry about," the doctor told them cheerfully, in that hearty voice common to the medical profession. "A man might come off worse in the hunting field any day, and no one make a fuss about it. Slight concussion and bruises, and that's all, young lady."
