'Yes, I am. I believe something has happened to him.'
'Those are your fancies. You are very poorly; it is cruel to me to refuse to go to bed.'
'Will you go, mother?—If you do not, I must; ill or not, I must go.'
She started to her feet. Her mother gazed at her in fear,—believing it the beginning of delirium.
'Emily, my dear child,' she pleaded, laying her hand on the girl's arm, 'won't you come upstairs,—to please me, dear?'
'Mother, if you will go, I promise to lie here quietly till you return.'
'But it is impossible to leave you alone in the house. Look, now, it is nine o'clock; in half an hour, an hour at most, your father will be back. Why, you know how often he stays late when he gets talking.'
Emily was silent for a few minutes. Then she said—
'Will you ask Mrs. Hopkins to send her servant?'
'But think—the trouble it will be giving.'