There is something lingering about her that I
don't like. She is far from well, and yet not exactly what we call ill.
Morning, noon and night she seems so terribly weary, and that is just
what frightens me. She has asked after you I don't know how many times,
and when tea is over you must go and see her. Only I must warn you, dear
Miss Janet, not to let your feelings overcome you when you see her--not
to make a scene. In that case your coming would do her not good, but
harm."
Janet recovered her spirits in a great measure before tea was over. She
and Dance had much to talk about, many pleasant reminiscences to call up
and discuss. As if by mutual consent, Lady Chillington's name was not
mentioned between them.
As soon as tea was over, Dance went to inquire when Sister Agnes would
see Miss Hope. The answer was, "I will see her at once."
So Janet went with hushed footsteps up the well-remembered staircase,
opened the door softly, and stood for a moment on the threshold. Sister
Agnes was lying on a sofa. She put her hand suddenly to her side and
rose to her feet as Janet entered the room.
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