"But it is daylight," I protested. "I must have slept all night. And you? Have you slept at all?"
"Don't bother about me," she returned lightly. "I shall have a good long nap as soon as you are ready to take care of Dicky."
"But I meant to sleep only two or three hours. I don't see how I ever could have slept straight through the night."
I really felt near to tears with chagrin that I should have left Dicky to the care of any one else while I soundly slept the night through.
Lillian looked at me keenly, then smiled.
"Can't you guess?" she asked significantly.
"You mean you put something in the mulled wine to make me sleep?"
"Of course. You have been through enough for any one woman. Dicky was in no danger, and I had no desire to have you ill on my hands."
I flushed a bit resentfully. I was not quite sure that I liked her high-handed way of disposing of me as if I were a child. Then as I felt her keen eyes upon me I knew that she was reading my thoughts, and I felt mightily ashamed of my childish petulance.
"You must forgive my arbitrary way of doing things," she resumed, a bit formally.