XXXVII
She came towards them.
"You've made friends without any introduction?"
She had on a hat and veil, and carried a fan in her hand.
"How can you be awake and up? But it's impossible, after the veronal I gave you. And such a night as you had! You mustn't—"
Doctor Hartley, still looking dreadfully guilty, was beside her. His solicitude was feverish.
"Really, I can't permit—" he almost stammered.
She looked at him.
"Your voices woke me!"
He was silent. He stood like a man who had been struck.