"No, doctor, never. She has never been in this way before."
Imogene came hurrying upstairs with Dolly to learn of Alice's condition. They looked upon her unconsciousness with fear and asked whispered questions that intensified Kimberly's uneasiness.
"Do you think we could take her home, doctor?" asked Annie, timidly.
The doctor paused. "I don't think we will try it to-night, Annie. It is quite possible for her to remain here, isn't it?" he asked, looking at Dolly and Kimberly.
"Certainly," returned Dolly. "I will stay. Alice can have these rooms and I will take the blue rooms connecting."
"Then put your mistress to bed at once," said Hamilton to Annie.
"And telephone home, Annie," suggested Dolly, "for whatever you need. I will see the housekeeper right away about the linen."
Kimberly listened to the concise directions of the doctor for immediate measures of relief and followed him mechanically into the hall. Only one thought came out of the strange confusion--Alice was at least under his roof and in his mother's room.
When he returned with the doctor the lights were low and Alice lay with her head pillowed on her loosened hair. The maid and Dolly had hastened away to complete their arrangements for the emergency and for a few moments the two men were alone with their charge.
"Doctor, what do you make of this?" demanded Kimberly.