Nancy tucked in the bedclothes, and then, bending over, dropped a soft little kiss on his forehead. "Never mind," she said happily. "There'll be lots of days after to-morrow." She walked to the doorway, and for a moment stood there, looking back at him with a world of love and tenderness in her eyes. Then very softly she stepped out into the passage and closed the door behind her. * * * * * * * * * When Colin woke next morning it was with a vague feeling that something extraordinarily pleasant had happened to him. For several seconds he lay still, wondering what it could be; then, as the truth suddenly occurred to him, he started up from the pillow and opened his eyes. Two agreeable discoveries awaited him. His headache had gone, and Nancy, fully dressed and holding a cup of tea in her hand, was standing beside the bed. "I was just going to take it away again," she said, smiling. "You looked so beautifully comfy I hadn't the heart to wake you." Colin reached out an arm and imprisoned her left hand. "Tell me quick, Nancy," he said. "It _is_ true about last night, isn't it? I'm terribly afraid that perhaps I fell asleep and dreamed it all." She shook her head. "No, Colin," she said. "It's quite true. You sat up in bed and made love to me in the most passionate manner. I don't know whether you really meant it or whether it was because you had had a blow on the head." Colin leaned forward, and, taking the cup out of her hand, deposited it carefully on the table beside him. Then he drew her gently down on to the bed, and, putting his arms around her, pressed his lips to hers. "I think you must be better," said Nancy, as soon as she was at liberty to speak. "I'm not only better," declared Colin. "I'm perfectly well. I believe an occasional smack from a sandbag would do me all the good in the world." Nancy parted his thick curly hair, and very carefully examined the back of his head. "You've got a nasty lump there still," she said. "Hadn't you better stop in bed until Mark comes?" "Good Lord, no!" returned Colin. "I'm going to get up and do my job. There'll be all last night's patients to see as well as to-day's, and I don't want to land Mark with a double dose of work." "Well, if you really mean it," said Nancy. "I must go downstairs and get things ready. I haven't even opened the letters yet." "Just one more kiss first," pleaded Colin. "Only one, then," said Nancy firmly, "and that must be the last until this afternoon. If you don't treat me with proper respect while I'm your secretary I shall report you to the Medical Council."