"She will soon recover from this," she interrupted, a triumphant ring in her tone, as she began to sprinkle Violet's face with water from a tumbler which she seized from a table. "Leave her with me now, and I will call you again when she is better."
The young girl was already beginning to revive, and fearing that his presence might agitate her again, Lord Cameron stole softly from the room, but looking strangely sad for a man who believed he had prospered in his wooing.
"You are better, Violet," Mrs. Mencke said, with unwonted tenderness, as her sister opened her eyes and looked around the room as if in search of some one.
She brought a glass of wine to her, and putting it to her lips, bade her drink.
She obeyed, and the stimulating beverage soon began to warm her blood and restore her strength.
"Has he gone?" she asked, glancing toward the door.
"Lord Cameron? Yes; he thought you had had excitement enough for one day, and as soon as you began to come to yourself he stole away. Do you wish me to call him back?" her sister inquired, regarding her curiously.
"No," but there was a perplexed look upon her fair face.
"He tells me that you are going to make him happy, Vio," pursued her sister, anxious to learn just how matters stood, "that you will marry him. I am delighted, dear, and I know that he will do all in his power to make your life a perfect one."
"Did he tell you that? Did I promise?" Violet cried, with a startled look and putting her hand to her head in a dazed way.