“What is the matter, Maggie?” she asked, “you look very white and tired.”
“I have a headache,” answered Maggie. “If it does not get better, I shall send for a carriage and take a drive.”
“May I come with you?”
“No, dear Nancy, when I have these bad headaches it is almost necessary to me to be alone.”
“Would it not be better for you to go and lie down in your room?”
“I, to lie down in my room with a headache like this?—no, thank you.” Maggie shuddered as she spoke. Nancy felt her friend’s arm shiver as she leant on it.
“You are really ill, darling!” she said, in a tone of sympathy and fondness.
“I have not felt right for a week, and am worse to-day, but I daresay a drive in this nice frosty air will set me up.”
“I am going to Kingsdene. Shall I order a carriage for you?”
“I wish you would.”