"To be alone with him and—and—Oh, I ought to go with you; I'll try—I'll try."
At that late hour some remorse woke in her mind for her unsisterly selfishness, but Elizabeth said very kindly:
"You will stay here; you could do no good."
"But I shall go mad while you are gone."
"You must get into bed again."
"How long shall you be away?"
"I can't tell. Stop—don't talk about it. I shall go through with it all; let me alone till then."
Elsie writhed to and fro in hysterical weakness.
"You must be quiet," Elizabeth said. "Suppose he should hear you?"
"Grant? Oh, I'll be still—I'll be still as death."