“But it was to be expected that she might have another little spell. It wouldn’t mean anything serious. Don’t you get up. I’ll slip on a robe and see if I can do anything,” said Trixy.
“As if I could lie here——”
Then the sounds were lost in distant footsteps. The hall light that had shown through the transom was dimmed, and when Trixy opened the door everything seemed as usual.
“Wait. I’ll slip downstairs. I think I heard Miss Alton’s voice. She must have come in on the midnight.”
“Don’t stay. I’m just frightened to death, Trix. I had such a horrible dream.”
Terror, unreasonable, seized Gloria. Perhaps as she said, it was merely the reflection of a bad dream, that indefinable gloom that so often follows a troubled night, especially when body and mind have been over exerted. But neither cause nor reason modified her dread that something serious might happen to Jack.
Quickly getting into slippers and gown she waited for Trixy to come back. It seemed a long wait, but was not actually more than a few minutes.
“Nothing to be frightened about. Just a little spell, as I thought, and Miss Alton called the doctor,” was Trixy’s verdict upon returning.
“Oh, I feel choked myself,” confessed Gloria. “I’ve never been so silly before——” She fairly gasped. “Tell me honestly, Trix. They haven’t taken her—away!”
“No. Certainly not. Go back to bed or you’ll be ill yourself. Are you sure you haven’t cold from that ice bath?”