“Suddenly, she put a little bottle to her lips and swallowed the contents.”
“What happened next?”
“My husband and I carried her to her room. She was in great pain.”
“How did you know my address, my name?”
“From herself, while the doctor was attending to her. Then I telephoned to you.”
“Has any one else been told?”
“No, nobody. I know that Clarisse has had terrible things to bear . . . and that she prefers not to be talked about.”
“Can I see her?”
“She is asleep just now. And the doctor has forbidden all excitement.”
“Is the doctor anxious about her?”