"You'd better look in, and see my wife and Miss Dalrymple," suggested
Colonel Martyn, flinging open the door. "Any one here? No--I suppose
they've gone to rest, women always make out they're tired with doing
nothing. Well, we shall meet by and by."
Wareham acquiesced, and went off to solitude. Before long a nurse
tapped at his door. Mr Forbes had called for him so often, the doctor
thought he should come, under strict injunctions of quiet. He found him
restless and wandering, and as his presence seemed to give a certain
ease, remained there until late, when he went down for a solitary meal.
The dining _saal_ was deserted, but he was provided with a small table
by the window, and with what could hastily be heated again. He had
drunk his coffee, and was thinking of returning to Hugh, when there was
a rustle of silk in the doorway, and there stood Anne Dalrymple.