"Nothing, nothing," said Anna, passing her pocket-handkerchief over her face. "Go to the drawing-room."
"Must I leave you alone?"
"I beg you to. I am so upset. I want a minute of peace."
"And you will come afterwards?"
"I'll come when I can—when I am calm again."
Stella went slowly away. In the drawing-room she found Dias, who was showing a copy of the illustrated Figaro to Laura. Dias bowed and asked, "And Anna?"
"She will come presently."
"Is she well?"
"Not ill."
"Then she is not well?"