She clung to him delightedly. "Oh, Dad, isn"t it fun? But you"re going to stay at Redlands too?"
"For the present," said Dr. Jim.
"Who is taking your patients?" she asked him unexpectedly.
"A fellow from London, a youngster," said Dr. Jim. "Now no more talking, my girl! I"ll have you in bed in five minutes and you must be fast asleep in ten."
She laid her cropped head down upon his shoulder, and asked no more.
But she could not wholly repress her astonishment when she abruptly found herself at Redlands. The adventure had all the suddenness of a fairy-tale. "We must have been scorching!" she exclaimed. "Why, we seem to have flown here!"
"It"s necessary sometimes," said Dr. Jim.
His words did not wholly explain matters, but they effectually closed her lips; and she asked no more as he bore her up to the room she always occupied when staying in Nick"s house. And thereafter she slept more peacefully and naturally than she had slept for a very long time.
In the morning she found another wonder awaiting her; for it was not the nurse who came to her bedside, but Muriel, grave and gentle and motherly, and somehow the sight of her seemed to unveil much that till then had been a mystery to Olga.
She greeted her very lovingly. "You can"t imagine what it feels like to see you again," she whispered, with her arms round Muriel"s neck. "But I do hope you and Dad haven"t hurried back from Switzerland because of me."
Muriel smiled at her with great tenderness. "My darling, don"t you know how precious you are?"
"Then you did!" said Olga. "I feel a horrid pig. How is Reggie?"
"He is splendid," said Reggie"s mother, in the deep voice that always indicated depth of feeling also. "Much too gay and giddy to come and see you yet. Even Jim is satisfied with him. I couldn"t ask for more than that, could I?"
She brought her a cup of milk and sat by the bed while she drank it.
There was never any perturbing element in Muriel"s presence. She carried ever with her the gracious quietness of a mind at rest.
Olga drank her milk with a most unwonted feeling of serenity. "Reggie certainly mustn"t come near me yet," she said. "It would be awful if he caught it."
"There is nothing to catch, dear," said Muriel, as she took back the cup.
"Not scarlet fever?" said Olga in surprise.
"You haven"t had scarlet fever," Muriel told her gently. "It was brain fever, following upon sunstroke. That is why we have to keep you so quiet."
"Oh!" said Olga. "Nick never told me that!"
"I don"t suppose Dr. Jim would let him. But I told him I should."
Muriel"s hand, cool and rea.s.suring, held hers. "There is no object in keeping it from you," she said. "You are getting well again, and you always had plenty of sense, dear. I know you will be sensible now."
"I"ll certainly try," said Olga.
She lay quiet then for some time, apparently engrossed in thought though not distressed thereby. She turned her head at last and asked a sudden question.
"Will Nick go to India without me, Muriel?"
"No, dear. He is going to wait till you can go too," Muriel answered.
"Oh, Muriel!" She carried the quiet hand impulsively to her lips.
Muriel smiled. "Are you so anxious to go?"
"I should just think I am! But I know I"m horridly selfish. How can you bear to let him go?"
"My dear," Muriel said, "I don"t think I could bear to keep him when I know he wants to go. You will have to take care of him for me."
"Oh, I will!" said Olga earnestly.
Very little more pa.s.sed between them on the subject then, but it filled Olga"s mind throughout the day, even to the exclusion of that sinister shadow that still lurked at the back of her consciousness.
Nick did not visit her until the evening, and then she at once began to talk of the topic that so occupied her thoughts.
"Do you know, I had actually forgotten about going to Sharapura, Nick?"
she said. "I"m so glad I"ve remembered. It"s something to be quick and get well for."
"Hear, hear!" said Nick, with a whoop of delight.
She laughed at his enthusiasm, and he suddenly recollected himself and entreated her to keep calm.
"If Jim knew I had made you laugh, he"d kick me to a jelly, and give you a blue pill."
Whereat she laughed a little more. "That would be more like Max than Daddy Jim." And there suddenly she stopped short, the colour flooding her pale face. "Why," she said, frowning confusedly, "I had forgotten Max too. How is Max?"
"He"s all right," said Nick lightly. "Shall I give him your love?"
"Oh, no!" she said quickly. "Don"t give him anything of mine!
He--wouldn"t understand."
"All right, my chicken," said Nick, with cheery unconcern. "He"s got a little brother in the East by the way. I wonder if we shall run across him."
She did not echo the wonder. Her forehead was drawn in the old, painful lines, and she scarcely responded to the rest of his airy conversation.
When Dr. Jim visited her later in the evening he grunted disapproval.
"What"s the matter now?" he asked her, with keen eyes on her troubled face.
"I don"t know," she murmured wistfully.
"Yes, you do. Come, tell me!" He sat down on the edge of the bed with the evident determination to get at the root of the matter.
She held back for a little, but finally, finding him obdurate, sat up and drew herself within the circle of his arm.
"There, my dear! What is it?" said Dr. Jim.
She hid her face on his shoulder. "Dad, it--it"s something to do with Max," she whispered.
"Max? Who is Max?" demanded Dr. Jim inquisitorially, the while he cuddled her close.