She went upstairs, but came down again much sooner than Miss Bruce approved.
"I've told her to go to bed," she placidly informed the secretary. "She can't do anything, and she looks very tired."
"She is far from well, I'm afraid," stiffly remarked Miss Bruce.
"Well, I leave her to you, Miss Bruce. I know you'll take the most devoted care of her. Let her sleep as long as she can in the morning."
"Cousin Joanna, is there anything I can do?" asked Trevellyan wistfully.
"I don't think so, Johnnie. You'll come round tomorrow?"
She was smiling at him quite naturally.
"The first thing. You're sure there's nothing I can do tonight—sit up with him, or anything?"
"My maid and I are going to do it between us. We shall have a nurse down from London by midday tomorrow, I hope."
"Let me sit up instead of you."