Meeting Dr.Gemmell in the street, she impressed upon him the advisability of not allowing Mr.
Sandys to move for at least a week.
"He might take a drive in a day or two," the doctor thought, "with his sister." "He would be sure to use his foot," Grizel maintained, "if you once let him rise from his chair; you know they all do." And Gemmell agreed that she was right.

So she managed to give Tommy as irksome a time as possible.
But next day she called.

To go through another day without letting him see how despicable she thought him was beyond her endurance.

Elspeth was a little stiff at first, but Tommy received her heartily and with nothing in his manner to show that she had hurt his finer feelings.
His leg (the wrong leg, as Grizel remembered at once) was extended on a chair in front of him; but instead of nursing it ostentatiously as so many would have done, he made humourous remarks at its expense.
"The fact is," he said cheerily, "that so long as I don't move I never felt better in my life.

And I daresay I could walk almost as well as either of you, only my tyrant of a doctor won't let me try." "He told me you had behaved splendidly," said Grizel, "while he was reducing the dislocation.