"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.
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