There was no one in the big room so he swung purposefully across it and into the corridor that led to Sarah. He tapped on her door. Edgar Perrott opened it. As soon as he saw who it was, the doctor began to close the door against him. “I’m afraid Sarah shouldn’t see you,” he said severely through the crack. “She’d rather not, and I doubt if it’s good for her …” David’s feet struck roots into the carpet. “The least she can do is see me,” he said loudly and brutally. “Have you mentioned to her that I saved her life?” He heard a cry within the room. “I … Yes, Sarah?” The doctor said to David, “Just a minute.” David waited, feeling grim. He was going to get in to see her and he didn’t care how. The door opened in a moment and he was admitted. Sarah’s room was charming, all done in soft greens and white, with a broad window to the sea, a narrow one to the garden. Mrs. Monteeth was busy folding bedding into a neat pile on a sofa where she must have slept the night.
