“Come quick!” she pleaded. “Mistress much worse!”
Lorinda dropped the will on the table, and with Penny close at her heels, followed Celeste up the stairway. Expecting the worst, they peered anxiously at Mrs. Rhett. She was tossing restlessly, but otherwise appeared the same as when they had seen her a few minutes ago.
“How do you feel, Mother?” Lorinda asked.
“Just the same,” Mrs. Rhett replied listlessly.
Lorinda gazed questioningly at Celeste.
“Mistress much better now,” the servant said. “She had sinking spell while you were downstairs.”
“I’m afraid you imagined it, Celeste,” Lorinda replied severely. “This really proves that we should have a trained nurse. Otherwise, you’ll frighten us all out of our wits.”
Celeste started to make a retort, but just then Mrs. Rhett spoke: “Lorinda, did you put the will in the safe?” she asked.
“I was doing it when Celeste called. I’ll attend to it right away.”
Lorinda stooped to kiss her mother and offer a glass of water which was declined. She then went downstairs once more with Penny.