Well now, I had my drawing-room floor empty that week, and as it was only for two or three days that they wanted rooms I offered to take Mr.Chatfield and the young man in.

Of course, if I'd known how ill he was, I shouldn't.

What I understood--and mind you, I don't say they wilfully deceived me, for I don't think they did--what I understood was that the young man simply wanted a real good rest.

But he was evidently a deal worse than what even Dr.Valdey thought.

He'd stopped at Dr.Valdey's surgery while Mr.Chatfield went to see about rooms, and they moved him from there straight in here.