Mrs. Dale, returning, said, "I wonder what caused it; she is delicate, I know, but I never knew her to faint before. My vinaigrette is on my dressing-table; would you get it, Henry, like a dear?"
"Thank you, Mr. Dale, she revives."
"Then I shall go, Mrs. Gower; and here, I shall leave the English newspaper with you; Lil wants you all to come over this evening, then we can talk over some plan—Mr. Dale's is a good one—to elicit information as to Charlie's position; Miss Crew is to come, too. Good-bye till evening."
"You had better go upstairs and lie down, Miss Crew; you look very white, and I fear you have hurt your head, poor girl," said Mrs. Gower, kindly.
"I did give it a knock, but you are all too kind; if it won't make any difference, I shall lie here for a few minutes."
"Very well, dear; and a glass of wine will be good for you."
"Oh, she never touches it, Elaine, she is rabid blue ribbon," said Mrs. Dale.
"And a very good color to wear, but when one is ill," said Mrs. Gower.
"Never mind the wine, Mrs. Gower, my head aches very badly, but all I want is to rest it a little; but shall feel very uncomfortable, though, if I delay your out-going; do go now."
"Yes, I suppose we must."