'
'I don't need my cane while I'm sitting.'
'You look so beau'ful, sitting holding your cane.' She knocks over his
cushions. 'Oh dear! I am a clumsy.'
Politely, 'Not at all, but perhaps if I were to do it for myself.' He
makes himself comfortable. 'That's better. Thank you, Barbara, very
much.'
'_I_ didn't do it. I'm all thumbs. What a ghastly nurse I should
make.'
'Nurse?' The Colonel's troubles return to him. 'Who is she, Barbara?'
'Who is who, dear?'
'That nurse.'
'There's no nurse here.'
'Isn't there?'
Barbara feels that she is of less use than ever to-day. 'Where is
granny?'
'She has gone down to the village to a wedding.'
'There's no wedding. Who could be being married?'
'I think it's people I know, but I can't remember who they are. I
thought you went too, Barbara.'
'Not I. Catch me missing it if there had been a wedding!'
'You and the nurse.'
'Dear, you have just been imagining things again. Shall I play to you,
or sing?' She knocks over a chair, 'Oh dear, everything catches in me.
Would you like me to "Robin Adair," dear?'
The Colonel is polite, but firm, 'No, thank you, Barbara.
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