"I have some," said May. "I'll go and fetch it. I'll be back in a moment."
Gwendolen sat up in bed, drawing the clothes up to her neck, waiting. The moment she was alone in the room, the room seemed so dismal, and the solitude alarming. There was always the devil——
"Sitting up?" said May, when she came back with the Eau-de-Cologne in her hand.
Gwendolen sank down in the bed. How comforting it was to have Mrs. Dashwood waiting on her and talking about her and being sympathetic. She had always loved Mrs. Dashwood. She was so sweet. Now, if only, only she had not made that horrible blunder, she would have had the whole household waiting on her, talking about her and being sympathetic! Oh!
May brought a chair to the bed, and began to smooth the dark hair away from Gwen's face.
"I think you would be cooler with those handkerchiefs off," she said. "I can't get to your forehead very well with the Eau-de-Cologne."
Gwen signified her consent with a deep sigh, and May slipped the bandage off and put it away on the dressing-table.
Then she dabbed some of the Eau-de-Cologne softly on to the girl's forehead.
"I suppose you know," whispered Gwen, as the scent of the perfume came into her nostrils.
"Yes," said May.