"I said—oh, what did I say, Lulu?" breathed the listener, impatiently.
Lulu stopped short, looking, in surprise, at the other.
"Gracie, is it possible that you were entirely delirious, and that you recollect nothing of your husband's visit and your refusal to see him?"
"This is the first I ever knew of it," said Grace, sadly; "but go on, Lulu, and tell me, please, what I did say."
"You refused to see him, though entreated to do so by Mrs. Conway; you said you would never see him—never, never—unless he came with the missing child in his arms."
"Did I say all that, Lulu?" asked Grace, in repentant surprise.
"All that, and more. You said that if he attempted to enter your room you would spring from the window—and he was in the parlor; he heard every word from your own lips."
"Oh, Lulu, I must have been delirious; I remember nothing of all that, and it has, perhaps, kept him from me all the time," came in a moan from the unhappy young creature, as she leaned against the toilet-table, with one hand clasping her heart.
Lulu caught up a bottle of eau-de-cologne and showered the fine, fragrant spray over the white face, just as Mrs. Clendenon hurried in.
"My darling, do you know you should have been down stairs before this time—hurry, do."