“But your comfort will be more to her than anything else.”
“In that case you must stay, Margaret.”
“With pleasure, my lady.”
Mrs. Elton entered, and quite confirmed what Margaret had said.
“But,” she added, “it is time Lady Emily had something to eat. Go to the cook, Margaret, and see if the beef-tea Miss Cameron ordered is ready.”
Margaret went.
“What a comfort it is,” said Mrs. Elton, wishing to interest Lady Emily, “that now-a-days, when infidelity is so rampant, such corroborations of Sacred Writ are springing up on all sides! There are the discoveries at Nineveh; and now these Spiritual Manifestations, which bear witness so clearly to another world.”
But Lady Emily made no reply. She began to toss about as before, and show signs of inexplicable discomfort. Margaret had hardly been gone two minutes, when the invalid moaned out:
“What a time Margaret is gone!—when will she be back?”
“I am here, my love,” said Mrs. Elton.