Diane saw with a fretful flash of wonder that he was immaculate as usual.

She saw too that the minstrel was annoyed and that he dropped the volume of Herodotus into his pocket with a flush and a frown.
"I trust," said Philip politely, "that you are better ?" Save for a slight dizziness, the minstrel said, he was.
"And yet," urged Philip feelingly, "I'm sure you'll not take to the road to-night, feeling wobbly.

The inn back there in the village is immensely attractive.

And a bed is the place for a sick man." "He will remain where he is," flashed Diane perversely, "until he feels quite able to go on." "Will you ?" asked Philip pointedly.
The minstrel rose weakly and glanced at Diane with profound gratitude.
"After all," he said hurriedly, "he is doubtless right.

Ill or not I must go on." "An excellent notion!" approved Philip cordially.