aid morosely. 'The chap _is_ in love with Jill.
Poor Jill!'

'That's what Wilfred says,' cried Peter, all ready as usual for mischief.
'He says Jill has got to be saved from him, or else----'

'Jill saved?' echoed Kit, scornfully. 'As if she needed any saving from
_that_ idiot!'

'Well, I don't know,' objected Wilfred, shaking his head. 'Girls are so
rum. Look at Merton major's aunt----'

'She isn't a girl, she's an _aunt_!' interrupted Christopher.

'Well, it's all the same, really,' declared Wilfred. 'Merton major says
she only married that Indian chap because he bothered so, and because she
wanted to be obliging.'

'And Jill is _awfully_ obliging, you know she is,' added Peter. 'You can't
tell what may happen, if that Doctor goes on bothering her.'

'Well, what are we to do, then?' Kit condescended to ask. 'We can't lock
him up, can we?'

'No,' admitted Wilfred, 'we can't lock him up. But there's lots of other
things we can do. We can see that she's never left alone with him, for
instance. Babs is always with them in the sickroom, that's one thing.
But what happens when he comes out of the sickroom, and Jill walks along
the gallery with him and sometimes even down to the front door? That's
dangerous, anyhow.'

'In future,' said Peter, solemnly, 'one of us will always be on the
look-out to join them the moment they come out of the sickroom. What
else, Will?'

Wilfred reflected a moment. 'Sometimes,' he said at last, 'I've known her
to be taking a walk in the garden, just as he happens to drive up; and
then they stay talking ever so long before they go into the house. Once,
he even made her take him round the conservatory. That must never happen
again.'

'Never,' agreed Peter. '_I'll_ see to that.'

'Look here,' said Christopher, doubtfully; 'perhaps Jill won't like our
hanging round her like that.'

'She may not like it _at the time_,' began Wilfred, impressively.

'But she'll thank us for it all her life afterwards,' concluded Peter,
with great solemnity.

Jill's voice at the door made them start like guilty conspirators. She
was much too preoccupied to notice their confusion, however.

'Has Kit come back?' she asked anxiously. Christopher sprang out of the
arm-chair, and her face cleared. 'I'm so glad; I was afraid you were
lost,' she said, taking his hand gently. 'Babs has just woke up,' she
explained, as they went upstairs together, 'and she is still rather upset
about something. I think you c