"Yes. It was a horrid thing to see!" Sophy answered. In her mind the senseless, chaunting voice had begun again: "It never rains but it pours.... It never rains but it pours."
Rosa came running back. She, too, pressed her mistress to eat and drink.
"No. I only want to lie down ... to be quiet, Rosa."
The kind soul, full of affectionate concern, threw an arm about her in order to sustain her better.
"Good night," Sophy then said. "I'm sorry to have to leave you at once, like this.... But I'm really worn out...."
"Just one thing before you go," returned Lady Wychcote, following as they went towards the door. "I'd like to explain my unceremonious descent on you.... James and Mildred decided to leave Venice this afternoon instead of to-morrow. So, as I knew you were expecting me to-morrow, I thought it couldn't really make any difference to you if I came a day sooner. I hope it hasn't inconvenienced you in any way...?"
"Not in the least. How could it?"
"Thanks very much. I hope you will feel rested in the morning."
"Thanks. I'm sure I shall."
Sophy moved on again. She felt that if she did not soon reach her bedroom she would drop to the floor in spite of Rosa's supporting arm.