Janet, coming swiftly along the hall toward her mother’s bedroom, met a white-capped nurse advancing toward her.
“How is mother?” she demanded.
“Resting more easily now, Miss Fordyce; the medicine gave her almost immediate relief.”
“Thank heaven!” Janet moved forward a few steps intending to enter her mother’s bedroom, but the nurse detained her.
“I beg your pardon; your brother and Dr. Potter are with Mrs. Fordyce just now. Seeing so many together might overexcite her. Could you not come in a little later?”
“I suppose so,” but Janet looked troubled. “You are sure she is better, nurse?”
“Yes, indeed,” with a reassuring smile.
“Then please ask my brother and Dr. Potter to stop in the Chinese room when they leave mother. I would like to talk to them privately before our guests arrive for dinner.”
“I will tell them,” promised the nurse, and turned to go.
“Just a moment,” Janet gazed perplexedly at the pretty woman standing just under the hall light. “Haven’t I seen you before?”