Mrs. Allingham——?
Mrs. Cloys.
Mrs. Allingham begged to be allowed to keep me company. There was a little scene between us—but the woman is, to some extent, human, I find.
Fraser.
Oh, I’ve no doubt that Mrs. Allingham is ashamed of herself——
Mrs. Cloys.
I hope we are all ashamed of ourselves. In the end I was far from sorry to have her companionship. Your poor wife didn’t come out of her swoon till nearly one o’clock this morning. Then Dr. Erskine went home and Mrs. Allingham and I took our places by the bedside—[to Justina]—till you arrived at breakfast-time, Justina.
Justina.
[To Fraser.] And I brought old Sarah, who used to maid us girls when Theo was at home; she’s dressing her now.
Fraser.