“I went in to see her at intervals of an hour, and she was still sleeping calmly.”
“And you have left her!” he cried angrily. “You should not have done this.”
“No; I ought not to have done this,” said Isabel, sadly. “You placed her in my charge, and I have betrayed your trust.”
“What! What do you mean?”
“I went to her room about nine, and—”
“Yes,” he cried, springing up and catching her arm so fiercely that her pale, sad face grew full of suffering.
“Tell me; you are keeping something back.”
“Must I tell you?” she said faintly.
“Yes, yes!” he cried. “Why do you torture me?”
“Fred, I was to blame,” she said piteously. “I would have done anything for your sake. I could not foresee it all. She has gone!”