"Yes, and everything is in order." Fetzer looked at Ellen, thinking sympathetically that she seemed afraid. The ways of the Lanfairs had once paralyzed her, too.
Hilda paused on the second step. She was more slender and there was a queer change in her aspect; her dress was tawdry and ill-fitting. Dr. Good would have detected from her appearance and from her moroseness and indifference a marked advance in her malady.
"You can't wait till morning!" she said lightly.
Fetzer lifted one of the bags.
"Take this, Ellen."
Ellen followed Fetzer who followed Hilda to her bedroom. Ellen did not look back; there would be no immediate and dramatic presentation of herself. In the bedroom she set down the bag where she was told.
"You may go, Ellen."
Obeying with relief she heard a question.
"A little stupid is she, Fetzer? She looks stupid."