Caroline tucked a cot blanket securely about the little feet, and went down closely behind.
"Now I will bring Baby," she whispered.
Both journeys were accomplished satisfactorily; neither child woke, though Baby for a moment opened her sleepy eyes as though she would have questioned what was passing with her.
When they were both laid in Camilla's luxurious bed (and by the sound of their breathing the two listeners had assured themselves that the rest was unbroken) the mother went up to Caroline and kissed her, and then she put her arms round the girl and clung to her.
"Don't think me mad," she said hoarsely; "to-morrow I will tell you all."
"You are so cold," said Caroline, unevenly; "won't you have something? Let me get you a little brandy?"
"It is you who ought to be cold," said Camilla; "how selfish I am, dragging you out of your bed like this."
They spoke in hushed tones.
"I am not a bit cold," Caroline said.
Indeed, she had found time to slip on something about her shoulders, though her feet were bare.