Dr. Barbar and Mr. Hammond were left standing on the rug, and for the time being, forgotten by their host and hostess.
All available means were used to revive the swooning girl, but all in vain. Anna bathed her face with eau de cologne, and applied strong smelling salts to her nose; and Marcy smartly slapped her hands, but without effect.
While they were thus engaged Matty entered the drawing-room, and announced that the bed-chamber was ready.
“We must take her there and undress her and put her to bed, Mercy; and then we shall have a better opportunity of applying restoratives,” said Miss Lyon.
“Yes, Miss, for it’s little we can do here,” admitted Marcy.
“Dear grandpa,” said Anna, addressing the old gentleman, who still stood watching with interest the face of the patient, “dear grandpa, you have been so worried this evening. Do sit down and rest and order some refreshment for yourself and for Dr. Barbar and Dick, who are being neglected. I shall take Drusilla to the Rose Room and see that every proper attention is given her.”
“But she seems to be dead or dying,” said General Lyon, uneasily.
“No, dear sir; she is only in a swoon, which is very natural under all the circumstances; but not at all dangerous.”
“I hope you are certain of this?”
“Quite certain, sir. Now, Marcy, help me to lift her,” said Anna.