“Yes, yes; thank you. But I want Margaret.”
“She will be here presently. Have patience, my dear.”
“Please, don’t let Miss Cameron come near me. I am afraid I am very wicked, but I can’t bear her to come near me.”
“No, no, dear; we will keep you to ourselves.”
“Is Mr.—, the foreign gentleman, I mean—below?”
“No. He is gone.”
“Are you sure? I can hardly believe it.”
“What do you mean, dear? I am sure he is gone.”
Lady Emily did not answer. Margaret returned. She took the beef-tea, and grew quiet again.
“You must not leave her ladyship, Margaret,” whispered her mistress. “She has taken it into her head to like no one but you, and you must just stay with her.”