s were still on his; her face, rosy now, almost as of old, was
touching his.

"Marjorie," he whispered, "you told me--"

"I told you what was not true, but I thought it was--oh, I believed it
was, dear. I believed it was the truth--but I knew afterwards it was
not."

"I--I got hurt, didn't I? I can't remember--I remember but dimly--a
horse, Marjorie. You don't think--you don't think I did that on purpose
after what you said?"

"No, no!" she said. "I know better. Perhaps I did think it, but oh, Tom,
I was not worth it! I was not worth it!"

"You are worth all the world to me," he said, "all the world and more."

Lady Linden opened the door. She came in, treading softly; she came to
the bedside and looked at him and then at the girl.

"You were talking. I heard your voice. Was he conscious?"

"Yes."

"Thank God!" Lady Linden looked at the girl severely. "I suppose you
will be the next invalid--women of your type always overdo it. How many
nights is it since you had your clothes off?"

"That does not matter now."

"By rights you should go to bed at once."

"Aunt, I shall not leave him."

Lady Linden sniffed. "Very well; I can do nothing with you."

"Defiant!" she thought to herself. "She is getting character, that girl,
after all, and about time. Well, it doesn't matter, now that Tom will
live."

Lady Linden went downstairs. "Obstinate and defiant, new role--very
well, I am content. She is developing character, and that is a great
thing."

He was going to live. It was more than hope now, it was certainty, after
days, even weeks of anxiety, of watching and waiting; and this bright
morning Lady Linden felt and looked ten years younger as she stepped out
into the garden to bully her hirelings.

Jordan, her ladyship's coachman, was sunning himself at the stable door.
He took his pipe out hurriedly and hid it behind his back.

"Jordan," said Lady Linden, "you are an old man."

"Not so wonderful old, my lady."

"You have lived all your life with horses."

"With 'osses mainly, my lady."

"How long would it take you, Jordan, to learn to drive a motor car?"

"Me?" He gasped at her in sheer astonishment.

"Jordan, we are both old, but we must move with the times. Horses are
dangerous brutes. I have taken a dislike to them. I shall never sit
behind another unless it is in a hearse--and then I shan't sit. Jordan,
you shall learn to drive a car."

"Shall I?" thought Jordan as her ladyship turned away. "