"Nearly five weeks, and an awful life you've led us, I can tell you! Look at me—worn to skin and bone. What do you suppose you will have to say for yourself when Angus comes?"
Edith smiled faintly, but her eyes still kept their wistful look.
"I suppose I was delirious part of the time, Trixy?"
"Stark, staring crazy—raving like a lunatic at full moon! But you needn't look so concerned about it—we've changed all that. You'll do now."
"Yes," she said it with a sigh; "you have all been very kind. I suppose it's only a fancy of the fever after all."
"What?"
"I—Trixy! don't laugh at me, but I thought Charley was here."
"Did you?" responded Trix; "the most natural thing in life. He is here."
Her eyes lighted—her lips parted—a question trembled upon them, but she hesitated.
"Go on," said Miss Stuart, enjoying it all; "there's something else on your mind. Speak up, Edie! don't be ashamed of yourself."