"Why, Nellie, are you not well, dear?" she added, looking at her sister.
"Only a sort of headache," answered Nellie, putting her hand to her forehead as if she were dazed.
"I'm so sorry," answered Ada, hurrying on with her preparations; "perhaps it will be better for some dinner?"
"Perhaps it will," she answered.
"I say, Nellie, who brought or sent those lovely violets? I never saw such a bunch."
"Mr. Elliot."
"Wilmot! Who for?"
"He did not say; he left them there."
"For you, of course. I believe, Nellie, he's getting fond of you."
"Oh, hush, Ada, dear."