"What a fool I've been," she said.

"I never thought of that." She held out a large strong hand and gave Joan a longish grip.

"You're right," she said, "we must get her out of this house at once.

Forgive me." Phillips had been called up north and wired that he would not be able to get down till the Wednesday evening.

Joan met him at the station.
"She won't be expecting you, just yet," she explained.