“You, my dear Anna! Oh, that would be the very thing. You are always goodness itself, and full of kind thoughts. Do go; but as for the money—”
“There needn’t be any trouble about that, Lady Haredale,” said Carrie, who was in the room, “for I have plenty of money—quite handy, and Miss Haredale can take it with her to Monte Carlo.”
“Why, my dear Carrie, you are quite a little guardian angel. Now it is all nicely settled, and I dare say you’ll find my lord has got nervous about some mere trifle.”
The Haredale party were all assembled in Lady Haredale’s bedroom, which formed a sort of family gathering-place. Tory had rushed in with a telegram in her hand, and this was the end of a hot discussion.
“Then—the train, oh, when is it?” said Miss Haredale, “and—oh yes, telegraph to my brother to meet me—for I should not know—”
“I shall go with you,” said Amethyst, “there is nothing else to be thought of. There will be a great deal more than you could manage alone, Aunt Anna.”
“Oh, but, Amethyst, you are the last person to be seen in such a place—on such an occasion.”
“When my brother is dying,” said Amethyst, “I don’t think it can be wrong to go anywhere. If I don’t like it, I’ll come back again. There’s a train in an hour, we can catch that.”
Una ran after her as she went to get ready.
“Oh, Amethyst,” she said, “I am afraid it will be very dreadful.”