"Ah! but I do," she repeated. "I have no right to dart in on you thus _à l'improviste_. It is hardly treating such an impressive young person--absolutely I believe you have grown since I saw you last!--yes, you are taller, darling child--handsomer than ever, and a tiny bit alarming too--what have you been doing with, or to, or by yourself?--Treating her--the impressive young person, I mean--with proper respect. But it was such a chance. I learnt that you were alone"--A fib, alas! on Henrietta's part.--"And I couldn't resist coming. I so longed to have you, like this, all to myself. What an eternity since we met!--For me a wearing, ageing eternity. The duties of a sick-room are so horribly anxious, yet so deadening in their repetition of ignoble details. I could not go through with them, honestly I could not--though I realize it is a damning admission for a woman to make--if it wasn't that I am rather absurdly attached to what good Dr. Stewart-Walker persists in calling 'our patient.' Is not that enough in itself?--To fall from all normal titles and dignities and become merely a patient? No, joking apart, only affection makes nursing in any degree endurable to me. Without its saving grace the whole business would be too unpardonably sordid." She pursed up her lips, and shivered her graceful shoulders with the neatest exposition of delicate distaste. "And too gross. But one must face and accept the pathetic risk of being eventually converted in _garde malade_ thus, if one chooses to marry a man considerably older than oneself. It is a mistake. I say so though I committed it with my eyes open. I was betrayed by my affection." As she finished speaking Henrietta stepped across to the sofa and sat down. The airy perfection of her appearance lent point to the plaintive character of this concluding sentence. The hot day, the summer costume--possibly the shaded room also--combined to strip away a good ten years from her record. Any hardness, any faint sense of annoyance, which Damaris experienced at the abruptness of her guest's intrusion melted. Henrietta in her existing aspect, her existing mood proved irresistible. Our tender-hearted maiden was charmed by her and coerced. "But General Frayling is better, isn't he?" she asked, also taking her place upon the sofa. "You are not any longer in any serious anxiety about him, darling Henrietta? All danger is past?" "Oh, yes--he is better of course, or how could I be here? But I have received a shock that makes me dread the future."