She smiled faintly, and pressed her hand to her heart.
"Yes, I will soon be better," she said, in a strange tone. "Willard, where is Sibyl?"
"With her brother, dearest."
"Have you told her all?"
"No, Christie, I have explained nothing."
"Send for her, then; for her brother, too, and Mr. Brantwell. I want to tell them all, and get Sibyl's forgiveness before I—"
"Before you—what?"
"Nothing, dearest Willard, Have you sent?"
A servant entered, and the message was delivered.
"But she has nothing to forgive you, Christie; you never wronged her."