"Nothing," responded Eustace, and took a seat beside the bed.
"What can be the matter with her?" said Guy, feverishly. "Eustace, why don't you find out? It's cruel of you to keep me in suspense."
"I won't keep you in suspense any longer."
"What?"
Guy sat up in his bed with a cry, but Eustace forced him to lie down again.
"Keep quiet, or I won't tell you," he said sternly. "By-the-way, if you don't want Albert, he had better go downstairs. I want to speak to you privately."
"Yes! yes! you can go, Albert. Mr. Gartney will stay with me."
The well-trained valet bowed his head in answer, arranged a few things on the little table beside the bed, and then noiselessly withdrew, leaving the cousins together.
"Well, Eustace, well?" said Guy, plucking restlessly at the bedclothes. "What is the matter? Nothing wrong with Mrs. Veilsturm."
"Not that I'm aware of," responded Gartney drily. "She is a lady who can take remarkably good care of herself."