Tilford would tell her about it at once probably, but it didn't matter. Out in the hall she met the nurse with a hot-water bottle in her hand. "Your father's feet are so cold," she explained in a whisper. "I'm afraid he's getting a nervous chill. You know he didn't eat anything at lunchtime. I've tried to persuade him to go in another room and lie down, but he won't. I wonder if you could ask the maid to bring him up a cup of coffee. I want to get him warmed up. He oughtn't to be chilly this way." "I will," said Maris. "Is Mother--all right?" "Well, she's not all right by any means, but she hasn't had any more of those sinking spells since the doctor was here." With a heavy heart, Maris went on her way down the back stairs to give the order to Sally and then into the living room where a frowning lover waited. "You're not ready!" he announced in displeasure as she came in wearily trying to smile at him. "Why, didn't your mother tell you I couldn't possibly come with you?" "I haven't seen Mother since I left the house just after lunch.
