"I will not leave Miss Judson, Miss Ashe. She will have every care. Please do not come up on this floor again. I will keep you advised as to her condition. Do not make yourself unhappy about it. I know that you are very anxious."
"Oh, I am, Mrs. Goodwin. Awfully—awfully anxious! You see—" she hesitated—"I am responsible for Carita's being here, and if there's anything very much the matter, I ought to send for my aunt."
"That will all be attended to, Miss Ashe, at the proper time."
"But what did the doctor say?"
"He thinks Miss Judson may be getting acclimated. She has lived a very free life in the open country, and this confinement, for a while, may tell upon her. I really think it is nothing more than that."
Blue Bonnet decided to skip her French, and went to her own room to think a little while. She had barely closed the door when there was a knock.
Fraulein stood just outside the door, an inquisitive, disagreeable expression on her face.
"Are you ill, Miss Ashe?" she said.
"No, Fraulein, I am not ill."
"Then why are you in your room at this hour? Have you not some class? French?"