"Should you like me to sit up with her?"
"Oh, I'll do that!" Helen said. Then she asked: "But if you were there the other day, what did you see?"
"Nothing whatever," I resolutely answered.
"Really nothing?"
"Really, my dear child."
"But was there nobody there who could have made up to her?"
I hesitated a moment. "My poor Helen, you should have seen them!"
"She wouldn't look at anybody that wasn't remarkably nice," Helen mused.
"Well—I don't want to abuse your friends—but nobody was remarkably nice. Believe me, she hasn't looked at anybody, and nothing whatever has occurred. She's ill, and it's a mere morbid fancy."
"It's a mere morbid fancy——!" Mrs. Chantry gobbled down this formula. I felt that I was giving her another still more acceptable, and which she as promptly adopted, when I added that Louisa would soon get over it.