"I do run," was the faint reply.
Margaret, thinking it better to declare herself, called to Harriet, who was presently at her side. Everard Gage creeping slowly after.
Harriet turned to look at him.
"Come, make haste, and give Miss Capel your arm—or, no; run as fast as you can to the house, and bring out a shawl."
Everard turned, and disappeared slowly down the walk.
"Well, now, ma mie," said Harriet, sitting down beside her; "was the room too hot?"
"Yes; but it was rather the sound of so many voices that disturbed me," said Margaret.
"Well, then, little one, go to bed," said Harriet. "If you sleep soundly, you will be well to-morrow. I can't think what is come to the child; her hands are as cold as ice."
Margaret took Harriet's arm, and returned to the house. At the portico, they met Everard Gage, who had just succeeded in finding a shawl. Harriet rallied him upon the haste he had made, attempted to push him out of her path with the points of her slender fingers, and led Margaret up the great staircase.
She helped to undress her with great care and quickness, brought her some coffee, saw her drink it, and then desired her to go to sleep.