“Whatever you are, I shall not need your services longer,” said Cicely. “Do you think you could go to-night?”
“Certainly, ma’am; by the evening boat.”
“There is no evening boat. I must have been ill a long while,—you talk in such a wheedling manner. I am well now, at any rate, and you can return to Port aux Pins whenever you like; no doubt you have been much missed there.”
Mrs. Mile, giving Eve a significant look, went out.
The storm was over, but the air had turned much colder; the windows of the lodge were closed. Eve seated herself by the east window.
“I have been ill, then?” asked Cicely.
“Yes.”
“I have been out of my mind?”
“Yes,” Eve answered again, in a listless voice.
“I’m not so any longer,—you understand that?”