Molly was there, frightened and sleepy.
"She's all right now. Fast asleep. Go to bed, old girl."
"It's been such a horrid day—is she really better?"
"Yes. I hope she'll be all right to-morrow. Scoot."
Molly went yawning out of the room.
They stood a minute, looking into the fire. Then Nell said:—
"Denis, don't you think—it will make it worse—for her—after?"
He answered without any hesitation:—
"There wasn't any worse then."
She dropped tiredly into a chair.