easier it would be to discuss matters
rationally. 'You see, dear,' she said softly, 'I know, of course,
nothing about the nerves; but personally, I think his suggestion absurd.
No mere fancy, surely, can make a lasting alteration in one's face. And
your hair--I don't want to say anything that may seem unkind--but isn't
it really quite a distinct shade darker, Arthur?'

'Any great strain will change the colour of a man's hair,' said Lawford
stolidly; 'at any rate, to white. Why, I read once of a fellow in India,
a Hindoo, or something, who--'

'But have you HAD any intense strain, or anxiety?' broke in Sheila. 'You
might, at least, have confided in me; that is, unless--But there, don't
you think really, Arthur, it would be much more satisfactory in every
way if we had further advice at once? Alice will be home next week.
To-morrow is the Harvest Festival, and next week, of course, the
Dedication; and, in any case, the Bazaar is out of the question. They
will have to find another stall-holder. We must do our utmost to avoid
comment or scandal. Every minute must help to--to fix a thing like that.
I own even now I cannot realise what this awful calamity means. It's
useless to brood on it. We must, as the poor dear old vicar said only
last night, keep our heads clear. But I am sure Dr Simon was under a
misapprehension. If, now, it was explained to him, a little more fully,
Arthur--a photograph. Oh, anything on earth but this dreadful wearing
uncertainty and suspense! Besides ...is Simon quite an English name?'

Lawford drew further into his pillow. 'Do as you think best, Sheila,'
he said. 'For my own part, I believe it may be as he suggests--partly an
illusion, a touch of nervous breakdown. It simply can't be as bad as I
think it is. If it were, you would not be here talking like this; and
Bethany wouldn't have believed a word I said. Whatever it is, it's no
good crying it on the housetops. Give me time, just time. Besides, how
do we know what he really thought? Doctors don't tell their patients
everything. Give the poor chap a chance, and more so if he is a
foreigner. He's'--his voice sank almost to a whisper--'he's no darker
than this. And do, please, Sheila, take this infernal stuff away, and
let me have something solid. I'm not ill--in that way. All I want is
peace and quiet, time to think. Let me fight it out alone. It's been
sprung on me. The worst's not over. But I'll win through; wait! And
if not--well, you shall n