"Not ill, only overstrained. I am more afraid for you," said Dr. Duncan. "Why did you not go to bed at once?"
"Oh, I could not—how could I? But I will now. Everything feels so strange!" and she laughed drearily. "I can't get clear in my head. You are sure that Ethel is not drowned? Nigel could not seem more unhappy if she were. You are not deceiving me?"
"Have I ever deceived you yet?"
"No!" Fulvia said at once. A look came into her eyes which Dr. Duncan could not fathom. "If you had, I should never trust you again, should I? Whatever you said or did, I should always—always—feel that you might be deceiving me again."
Nigel glanced at her, and Fulvia met his eyes, breaking into a laugh.
"Oh, I feel so strange," she said.
Dr. Duncan shook her hand gently, as if to rouse her.
"Don't talk so Fulvia. This has been too much for you. The sooner you are in bed the better."
"Yes. I have nothing to stay up for now. But Ethel will get well. You are sure—sure?"
"I trust so."