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t the nurse out for a walk on getting Joan's wire； so that they could have a cosy chat。 She didn't really want much attendance。 It was her heart。 It got feeble now and then； and she had to keep very still； that was all。 Joan told how her father had suffered for years from much the same complaint。 So long as you were careful there was no danger。 She must take things easily and not excite herself。
Mrs。 Phillips acquiesced。 〃It's turning me into a lazy…bones；〃 she said with a smile。 〃I can sit here by the hour； just watching the bustle。 I was always one for a bit of life。〃
The landlady entered with Joan's tea。 Joan took an instinctive dislike to her。 She was a large； flashy woman； wearing a quantity of cheap jewellery。 Her familiarity had about it something almost threatening。 Joan waited till she heard the woman's heavy tread descending the stairs； before she expressed her opinion。
〃I think she only means to be cheerful；〃 explained Mrs。 Phillips。 〃She's quite a good sort； when you know her。〃 The subject seemed in some way to trouble her； and Joan dropped it。
They watched the loading of a steamer while Joan drank her tea。
〃He will come this afternoon； I fancy；〃 said Mrs。 Phillips。 〃I seem to feel it。 He will be able to see you home。〃
Joan started。 She had been thinking about Phillips； wondering what she should say to him when they met。
〃What does he think；〃 she asked； 〃about your illness？〃
〃Oh； it worries him； of course； poor dear；〃 Mrs。 Phillips answered。 〃You see； I've always been such a go…ahead； as a rule。 But I think he's getting more hopeful。 As I tell him； I'll be all right by the autumn。 It was that spell of hot weather that knocked me over。〃
Joan was still looking out of the window。 She didn't quite know what to say。 The woman's altered appearance had shocked her。 Suddenly she felt a touch upon her hand。
〃You'll look after him if anything does happen； won't you？〃 The woman's eyes were pleading with her。 They seemed to have grown larger。 〃You know what I mean； dear； don't you？〃 she continued。 〃It will be such a comfort to me to know that it's all right。〃
In answer the tears sprang to Joan's eyes。 She knelt down and put her arms about the woman。
〃Don't be so silly；〃 she cried。 〃There's nothing going to happen。 You're going to get fat and well again； and live to see him Prime Minister。〃
〃I am getting thin； ain't I？〃 she said。 〃I always wanted to be thin。〃 They both laughed。
〃But I shan't see him that； even if I do live；〃 she went on。 〃He'll never be that； without you。 And I'd be so proud to think that he would。 I shouldn't mind going then；〃 she added。
Joan did not answer。 There seemed no words that would come。
〃You will promise； won't you？〃 she persisted； in a whisper。 〃It's only 'in case'just that I needn't worry myself。〃
Joan looked up。 There was something in the eyes looking down upon her that seemed to be compelling her。
〃If you'll promise to try and get better；〃 she answered。
Mrs。 Phillips stooped and kissed her。 〃Of course； dear；〃 she said。 〃Perhaps I shall； now that my mind is easier。〃
Phillips came； as Mrs。 Phillips had predicted。 He was surprised at seeing Joan。 He had not thought she could get back so soon。 He brought an evening paper with him。 It contained a paragraph to the effect that Mrs。 Phillips； wife of the Rt。 Hon。 Robert Phillips； M。P。； was progressing favourably and hoped soon to be sufficiently recovered to return to her London residence。 It was the first time she had had a paragraph all to herself； headed with her name。 She flushed with pleasure； and Joan noticed that； after reading it again； she folded the paper up small and slipped it into her pocket。 The nurse came in from her walk a little later and took Joan downstairs with her。
〃She ought not to talk to more than one person at a time；〃 the nurse explained； with a shake of the head。 She was a quiet； business…like woman。 She would not express a definite opinion。
〃It's her mental state that is the trouble；〃 was all that she would say。 〃She ought to be getting better。 But she doesn't。〃
〃You're not a Christian Scientist； by any chance？〃 she asked Joan suddenly。
〃No；〃 answered Joan。 〃Surely you're not one？〃
〃I don't know；〃 answered the woman。 〃I believe that would do her more good than anything else。 If she would listen to it。 She seems to have lost all will…power。〃
The nurse left her； and the landlady came in to lay the table。 She understood that Joan would be dining with Mr。 Phillips。 There was no train till the eight…forty。 She kept looking at Joan as she moved about the room。 Joan was afraid she would begin to talk； but she must have felt Joan's antagonism for she remained silent。 Once their eyes met； and the woman leered at her。
Phillips came down looking more cheerful。 He had detected improvement in Mrs。 Phillips。 She was more hopeful in herself。 They talked in low tones during the meal； as people do whose thoughts are elsewhere。 It happened quite suddenly； Phillips explained。 They had come down a few days after the rising of Parliament。 There had been a spell of hot weather； but nothing remarkable。 The first attack had occurred about three weeks ago。 It was just after Hilda had gone back to school。 He wasn't sure whether he ought to send for Hilda； or not。 Her mother didn't want him tonot just yet。 Of course； if she got worse； he would have to。 What did Joan think？did she think there was any real danger？
Joan could not say。 So much depended upon the general state of health。 There was the case of her own father。 Of course she would always be subject to attacks。 But this one would have warned her to be careful。
Phillips thought that living out of town might be better for her； in the futuresomewhere in Surrey； where he could easily get up and down。 He could sleep himself at the club on nights when he had to be late。
They talked without looking at one another。 They did not speak about themselves。
Mrs。 Phillips was in bed when Joan went up to say good…bye。 〃You'll come again soon？〃 she asked； and Joan promised。 〃You've made me so happy；〃 she whispered。 The nurse was in the room。
They discussed politics in the train。 Phillips had found more support for his crusade against Carleton than he had expected。 He was going to open the attack at once； thus forestalling Carleton's opposition to his land scheme。
〃It isn't going to be the Daily This and the Daily That and the Weekly the Other all combined to down me。 I'm going to tell the people that it's Carleton and only CarletonCarleton here； Carleton there； Carleton everywhere； against them。 I'm going to drag him out into the open and make him put up his own fists。〃
Joan undertook to sound Greyson。 She was sure Greyson would support him； in his balanced； gentlemanly way； that could nevertheless be quite deadly。
They grew less and less afraid of looking at one another as they felt that darkened room further and further behind them。
They parted at Charing Cross。 Joan would write。 They agreed it would be better to choose separate days for their visits to Folkestone。
She ran against Madge in the morning； and invited herself to tea