I think his son is to meet him at the station
today. We must all go and see him. Capital chap, Aylmer. I always liked
him. He's travelled so much that--even before the war--I hadn't seen him
for three years.'
'Was the wound serious?' asked Edith, who had turned pale.
'They were anxious at first. Now he's out of danger. But, poor chap, I'm
afraid he won't be able to move for a good while. His leg is broken. I
hear he's got to be kept lying down two or three months.'
'Qu'est ce qu'il y a, Edith?' asked Landi, who joined her.
'I've just heard some bad news,' she said, 'but don't speak about it.'
She told him.
'Bien. Du calme, mon enfant; du calme!'
'But, I'm anxious, Landi.'
'Ca se voit!'
'Do you think--'
'Ce ne sera rien. It's the best thing that could happen to him. He'll be
all right.... I suppose you want to see him, Edith?'
'He may not wish to see me,' said Edith.
'Oh yes, he will. You were the first person he thought of,' answered
Landi. 'Why, my dear, you forget you treated him badly!'
'Then, if he'd treated _me_ badly he wouldn't care to see me again, you
mean?'
'C'est probable,' said Landi, selecting with care a very large cigar
from a box that was being handed round.
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