Michael followed the nurse from the room, who closed the door without shutting it.
“There’s something I don’t like about her this evening,” she said. “All day I have been rather anxious. She must be watched very carefully. Now I want you to get her to come upstairs, and I’ll try to make her go to bed.”
Michael felt his mouth go suddenly dry.
“What do you expect?” he said.
“I don’t expect anything, but we must be prepared. A change comes very quickly.”
Michael nodded, and they went back together.
“Now, mother darling,” he said, “up you go with Nurse Baker. You’ve been out all day, and you must have a good rest before dinner. Shall I come up and see you soon?”
A curious, sly look came into Lady Ashbridge’s face.
“Yes, but where am I going to?” she said. “How do I know Nurse Baker will take me to my own room?”
“Because I promise you she will,” said Michael.