But she had no time for them! Leonard must not be left alone, with
no one to cover him up with his wrappers.

The tears were strangled, the eyes indignantly dried. She ran out at
the garden door. The sofa was empty! Had Henry come home and helped
him in? She hurried on to the window; Leonard was alone in the
drawing-room, resting breathlessly on an ottoman within the window.

'Dear Leonard! Why didn't you wait for me!'

'I thought I'd try what I could do. You see I am much stronger than
we thought.' And he smiled cheerfully, as he helped himself by the
furniture to another sofa. 'I say, Ave, do just give me the map--the
one in Bradshaw will do. I want to find this place.'

'I don't think there is a Bradshaw,' said Averil, reluctantly.

'Oh yes, there is--behind the candlestick, on the study chimney-
piece.'

'Very well--' There were more tears to be gulped down--and perhaps
they kept her from finding the book.

'Where's the Bradshaw?'

'I didn't see it.'

'I tell you I know it was there. The left-hand candlestick, close to
the letter-weight. I'll get it myself.'