“No!” she said to herself. “He asked me here just to show me how little I mattered. He knew I’d seen Caroline here, and he asked me to come, because he was so sure I couldn’t do anything. I’m too insignificant for him to bother with. He knows that nobody would believe what I said. He’d only have to say that I was hysterical, and Captain Grey and Mrs. Royce would be obliged to bear him out. He won’t trouble himself about me!”
She stole a glance at him, and, to her profound uneasiness, she found him staring intently at her. A shiver ran down her spine, and she turned back to her book with a very pale face. If only it had been an interesting book, so that she might have forgotten herself for a little while!
The clock struck half past eleven.
“After all, I don’t see why I have to sit here,” she thought. “I shouldn’t exactly break up the party if I went to bed.”
And she was just about to close her book when Mrs. Quelton spoke.
“I’m so tired!” she said in a high, wailing voice. “I’m so tired—so tired—so tired!”
Dr. Quelton hastily rose and came over to her chair.
“Then you must go to bed,” he said. “Come!”
He helped her to rise, and she stood, supported by his arm, her face drawn and ghastly.
“I’m so tired!” she moaned.