At one point the door opened, and Helen came in with a little dark man who had--it was the chief thing she noticed about him--very hairy hands.

She was drowsy and intolerably hot, and as he seemed shy and obsequious she scarcely troubled to answer him, although she understood that he was a doctor.

At another point the door opened and Terence came in very gently, smiling too steadily, as she realised, for it to be natural.

He sat down and talked to her, stroking her hands until it became irksome to her to lie any more in the same position and she turned round, and when she looked up again Helen was beside her and Terence had gone.

It did not matter; she would see him to-morrow when things would be ordinary again.