CHAPTER LXXIV
HOW THE DUCHESS MADE UP HER MIND, AND BARNABAS DID THE LIKE
"Gracious heavens--he's actually up--and dressed! Oh Lud, Barnabas,
what does this mean?"
Barnabas started and turned to find the Duchess regarding him from
the doorway and, though her voice was sharp, her eyes were
wonderfully gentle, and she had stretched out her hands to him.
Therefore he crossed the room a little unsteadily, and taking those
small hands in his, bent his head and kissed them reverently.
"It means that, thanks to you, Duchess, I am well again and--"
"And as pale as a goblin--no, I mean a ghost--trying to catch his
death of cold at an open window too--I mean you, not the ghost! And
as weak as--as a rabbit, and--oh, dear me, I can't shut it--the
casement--drat it! Thank you, Barnabas. Dear heaven, I am so
flurried--and even your boots on too! Let me sit down. Lud,
Barnabas--how thin you are!"
"But strong enough to go on my way--"
"Way? What way? Which way?"
"Home, Duchess."
"Home, home indeed? You are home--this is your home. Ashleydown is
yours now."
"Yes," nodded Barnabas, "I suppose it is, but I shall never live here,
I leave today.
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