"Yes."
Stephen grew white; his hand trembled and he set the rack with the little vials down quickly.
"Tell Fetzer to come here, please."
Ellen climbed to the third story and found Fetzer in her room. Hilda had gone motoring and the house was soundless.
"What ails you, Ellen?" asked Fetzer. "You look so queer."
"Dr. Lanfair wants you to come to the office."
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know," answered Ellen honestly.
She went into her room and stood looking out the window. He had not even thanked her! Could the mistake have been Miss Knowlton's? What had Fetzer to do with it? Perhaps he had called for Fetzer on other business. Five minutes passed, ten minutes, and she stood looking down upon the river.
When her bell rang she went to the office, and was there bidden to close the door, whether by Stephen or Fetzer she did not know. She saw only two white faces. Fetzer had sat down because she could not stand. Ammonia in eye-wash—she knew how that would madden and perhaps destroy! Her hand covered her scarred cheek. Vividly recollected sensations paralyzed her mind; she sought as yet no solution of this strange event, but dwelt only on the imagined agony.