Cora volunteered to see their guest to her chamber.
"You will look at both rooms, Mrs. Stillwater, and take your choice between them," she said, as she led the guest into the new chamber engaged for one of the ladies.
"Oh, my dear Cora, I do not care where I drop myself down, so that I get rest and sleep. Oh, Cora! I have been so frightened! Suppose I had died in that opium sleep!" exclaimed Mrs. Stillwater, speaking frankly for at least once in her life.
"You should not have tampered with such a dangerous drug," said Mrs. Rothsay.
"Oh, I took it to stop the maddening pain that seemed to be killing me," exclaimed Rose Stillwater, as she let herself drop into an easy chair; not speaking frankly this time, for she had taken the morphia to quiet her nerves, and enable her to decide upon some course by which she might avoid meeting with the Dean of Olivet again, and some excuse for withdrawing herself so suddenly from her traveling party.
"So you will remain here?" inquired Cora.
"Oh, yes. I would remain anywhere sooner than move another step."
"Then I will help to get you to bed. Where is your bag?"
"Bag? Bag? I—I don't know! I have not seen it since I fell into that stupor! It must be at the depot or at the hospital."
"Then I will get you a night dress," said Cora.