"If you should be disturbed about anything, Beatrice, just call me. I shall be in the next room, where I shall read for the remainder of the night."
"Thank you, father," said the girl gratefully. "I was afraid, but I won't be now."
"Then good night."
"Good night, father," replied the maiden who little guessed that her father went away from her door wondering and perplexed that she did not come out to speak with him, and to find what was the matter.
Her father's near presence brought so much of comfort to Bee's heart that she found herself forgetting all about the discomfort of the jimpson, and after a time she fell into a troubled sleep.
Chapter VII
The Result of Imitation
"We are much bound to them that do succeed;
But, in a more pathetic sense, are bound
To such as fail."
—Jean Ingelow.