He'll be back in a week.

But you must have something to eat--GOOD things!"-- her mind still occupied with his condition.

"I'm going to have some chicken broth made the moment I get home and it will be sent fresh every day: and you must eat every bit of it!" Again St.George's laugh rang out.

He had let her run on--it was music to his ears--that he might later on find some clue on which he could frame a question he had been revolving in his mind ever since he heard her voice in the hall.

He would not tell her about Harry--better wait until he could read her thoughts the clearer.