Mrs. Stoddart's scrutinizing eyes filled with sudden tears. What tragedy was this into which she had thrust herself? She drew back the curtain, and let the afternoon light fall on Annette's face. Her eyelids trembled, and into her peaceful, rapt face distress crept slowly back. Mrs. Stoddart felt as if she had committed a crime. But there was another to think of besides Annette.
"You have slept?"
"Yes. I ought not to have gone to sleep while Dick was ill."
"You needed sleep."
"Is—is he better?"
"He is somewhat better."
"I will go to him."
"He does not need you just now."
"Has the doctor found out what is the matter with him?"