"Come up here, dear, and tell mumsey how you are."
"Meg is quite well, and so is Meg's daughter," holding out the doll for Kitty to kiss; "but, mumsey, why is the lady so sad?"
Eugénie, who had remained silent since Kitty's speech, now came forward and kissed the child.
"I'm not sad, dear," she said quietly, taking her seat by the bed, "only I want Meg to tell me something."
Meg nodded.
"A fairy tale?" she asked sedately.
Kitty laughed, though she looked anxious.
"No, my dear, not a fairy tale," she said, smoothing the child's hair; "mumsey wants you to tell the story of the man who got out of the window."
"My Mr. Keith," said Meg at once.
Kitty glanced at Eugénie, who sat with bowed head, gazing steadfastly at her hands.