CHAPTER XIII.
THE BROKEN CONFESSION.
Agnes Barker came coldly into the room, answering Lina's cry.
"Mrs. Harrington has only fainted," she said, closing the door which she still held slightly ajar, as if that moment entering.
"There is aromatic vinegar on the console yonder—do bring it, while I open the window."
Lina ran for the crystal flask pointed out, and began to sprinkle Mabel's face, sobbing and moaning all the time. Agnes opened the sash door, that led to a stone balcony full of flowers, and their breath came floating into the room.
"Shall I run? shall I call help?" questioned Lina, letting Mrs. Harrington's head fall back upon the crimson cushions of her chair, "I—I am sure Ralph would bring her to."
"Be quiet," answered Agnes Barker, dragging the easy-chair towards the window, where the fragrant wind blew clear and cold into that deathly face.
"If you call any one, let it be Mr. Harrington."
"The General?"