“I can’t remember.”
At a nod from the doctor Helen went out to seek this information from Miss Louise, whom she found huddled up on the hall sofa.
“Eat for dinner! I am sure I don’t know. She wouldn’t eat when I did and I do believe she didn’t eat anything.”
“How about supper?”
“Oh, we neither one of us ate any supper. We felt it would be discourteous to the count after all the trouble and expense he must have gone to, with caterers from Richmond and all.”
Helen flew back to the bedside of Miss Ella.
“She ate no dinner that Miss Louise can remember and neither one of them ate any supper,” she cried.
“Well, of course she fainted then. Can you take the matter in hand and get some toast and tea for both of them? Miss Louise will be toppling over next.”
Helen was intimate enough with the old sisters to know just where they kept everything and in short order she had a tray ready for poor half-starved Miss Ella.
“It was not a stroke at all,” Dr. Wright assured the anxious sister. “Nothing but hunger.”