But she laughingly broke away, exclaiming:
“Not now, Dick; not now, darling. I must go to my patient. We must not neglect that poor girl, to whom we owe all our happiness.”
“Indeed we must not,” earnestly agreed Dick.
“Then good night, Dick. I will see you in the morning.”
“Good night, my liege lady. But stay. If I can be of any use, pray command me at any hour of the day or night.”
“That I will, Dick. Once more good night.”
And Anna flitted past him and went into the Rose Room.
There she found that Marcy and Matty had already divested Drusilla of her bridal robes and clothed her in a loose white wrapper and put her comfortably to bed.
They now stood one on each side rubbing her hands.
“How is she?” inquired Anna, approaching and bending over the pallid face.