“What is the matter?” he said. “Why, Maria, I thought you were so much better.”
“It is a little hysterical attack,” said the nurse quietly. “I was advising her to go and lie down, sir.”
“Yes, of course,” said Neil quickly, as he caught the woman’s wrist. “Go and lie down at once. You must not give way to that sort of thing, Maria. You are not quite yourself yet.”
“I—I’m better, now, sir,” she said, as she struggled for the mastery over herself. “No, thank you! I can go by myself.”
“Oh, yes,” she muttered, as she glanced back on reaching the swing-door at the end of the corridor. “I’m not blind. A nice creature!—and him to go on like that. But I’ve not done yet.”
Chapter Thirteen.
Aunt Anne’s Resolutions.
Aunt Anne would not, she said, listen to Maria’s tattle, but the woman’s words went home.