"What is it, Elaine?" he panted, "has Donaldson gone mad?"
"No," she answered, "I should say that he is quite sane now."
"But what the deuce was the trouble with him? He looked as though he had lost his senses."
"Perhaps he has just found them."
The nurse interrupted him, in an aside,
"I would n't agitate her further." To the girl, she said, "Don't you think you had better lie down for a little, Miss Arsdale?"
"Please don't worry about me," she replied calmly, "I am going to change my dress and then I shall come down-stairs. I wish you would go to Marie—both of you. It is she who needs attention."
"But—" broke in Arsdale.
"There's a good boy. Do what you can to make her comfortable. I will join you in a few minutes."
Uncomprehending, Arsdale reluctantly led the way out. She closed the door behind them and turned to her mirror again.