It had come unexpectedly - but it had given me an odd sense of comfort. And almost immediately, the truth of it was justified. For Judith had obviously changed her mind about going up to London that day.

Instead she went off with Franklin to the lab as usual directly after breakfast, and it was clear that they were to have an arduous and busy day there. A feeling of intense thanksgiving rushed over me. How mad, how despairing I had been last night. I had assumed - assumed quite certainly that Judith had yielded to Allerton's specious proposals. But it was true, I reflected now, that I had never heard her actually assent. No, she was too fine, too essentially good and true, to give in. She had refused the rendezvous.

Allerton had breakfast early, I found, and gone off to Ipswich. He, then, had kept to the plan and must assume that Judith was going up to London as arranged. Well, I thought grimly, he would get a disappointment.

Boyd Carrington came along and remarked rather grumpily that I looked very cheerful this morning.

"Yes," I said. "I've had some good news." He said that it was more than he had. He'd had a tiresome telephone call from the architect, some building difficulty - a local surveyor cutting up rough. Also worrying letters. And he was afraid he'd let Mrs. Franklin overdo herself the day before.

Mrs. Franklin was certainly making up for her recent bout of good health and spirits. She was, so I gathered from Nurse Craven, making herself quite impossible. Nurse Craven had had to give up her day off which had been promised her to go and meet some friends, and she was decidedly sour about it. Since early morning Mrs. Franklin had been calling for sal volatile, hot water bottles, various patent foods and drinks, and was unwilling to let Nurse leave the room. She had neuralgia, a pain round the heart, cramps in her feet and legs, cold shivers and I don't know what else.

I may say here and now that neither I nor anyone else was inclined to be really alarmed. We all put it down as part of Mrs. Franklin's hypochondriacal tendencies. This was true of Nurse Craven and Dr. Franklin as well.

The latter was fetched from the laboratory, he listened to his wife's complaints, asked her if she would like the local doctor called in (violently negatived by Mrs. Franklin), he then mixed her a sedative, soothed her as best he could and went off back to work again.

Nurse Craven said to me:

"He knows, of course, she's just playing up."

"You don't really think there's anything much the matter?"

"Her temperature is normal, and her pulse is perfectly good. Just fuss, if you ask me."

She was annoyed and spoke out more imprudently than usual.

"She likes to interfere with anyone else enjoying themselves. She'd like her husband all worked up, and me running round after her, and even Sir William has got to be made to feel a brute because he 'overtired her yesterday.' She's one of that kind."