"They sail for Europe on Saturday."
Rachel stopped short in her work. "Going to Europe on Saturday? Why, I
can't understand--Eva was here this morning."
"Astry says she's broken down and the doctor's ordered a trip to
Europe."
"She said nothing about it; I--I thought her quite well."
"So did I," said Belhaven dryly, "but it seems that the doctor was
called in."
Rachel rose, gathering up her trowel and shears. "I must go and 'phone
to her; I can't understand."
Belhaven moved about among the flower-beds, examining them much as an
explorer would look at a newly discovered specimen. "I think you need
a change yourself," he said at last; "you've had as much of it as--the
rest of us."
"Oh, I can't go!"
Something in her tone made him turn sharply.
"You mean you can't go anywhere with me; that I'm too horrible to take
along?"