Though Radmore was grateful to Miss Pendarth for allowing him to read the
report, it had an effect very different from that she had intended, for
it made him pity Mrs. Crofton intensely. Somehow he had never realised
what a terrible ordeal the poor little woman had been through.
CHAPTER XXII
A week later Enid Crofton lay in her drawing-room on the one couch which
The Trellis House contained. She looked very charming in her new guise
of invalid.
Several people had already called to know how she was, including Jack
Tosswill and his father, but no visitor had yet been admitted. Now it was
past four, and she was expecting the doctor--also, she hoped, in due
course, Godfrey Radmore. That was why she had come downstairs, after
having had an early cup of tea in her bedroom, and lain herself on the
sofa.
The door opened, and as his burly form came through the door, Dr.
O'Farrell told himself that he had seldom if ever attended such an
attractive looking patient! She was still very pale, for the shock had
been great; but to-day, for the first time since her widowhood, she had
put on a pink silk jacket, and it supplied the touch of colour which was
needed by her white cheeks.
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