CHAPTER X.
INDECISION Kitty and her husband were strolling together on the terrace when Trenby's car purred up the drive to Mallow.
"You're back very early!" exclaimed Kitty gaily.

"Did you get bored stiff with each other, or what ?" Then, as Roger opened the car door and she caught sight of Nan's leg stretched out in front of her under the rugs and evidently resting upon something, she asked with a note of fear in her voice: "Is Nan hurt?
You've not had an accident ?" Roger hastily explained what had occurred, winding up: "She's had a wonderful escape." He was looking rather drawn about the month, as though he, too, had passed through a big strain of some kind.
"I'm as right as rain really," called out Nan reassuringly.

"If someone will only unpack the collection of rugs and coats I'm bundled up with, I can hop out of the car as well as anybody." Barry was already at the car side and as he lifted off the last covering, revealing beneath a distended silk stocking the bandaged ankle, he exclaimed quickly: "Hullo! This looks like some sort of damage.

Is your ankle badly hurt, old thing ?" "Not a bit--nothing but a few scratches," she answered.

"Only Mrs.
Denman insisted on my driving back with my leg up, and it would have broken her heart if I hadn't accepted her ''assock' for the journey." She stepped rather stiffly out of the car, for her joints still ached, and Barry, seeing her white face and the heavy shadows beneath her eyes, put a strong, friendly arm round her shoulders to steady her.
"You've had a good shaking up, my dear, anyway," he observed with concern in his voice.