"Billy Ogilvy hasn't said anything yet."
"Is she conscious?"
"Yes, she is now."
"Has she said anything more?"
"No."
Lily stood silent a moment, gazing absently down at the lighted hall below, then she looked at her brother as though she, too, were about to speak, but, like her father, she reconsidered the impulse, and went away toward the nursery.
Later his mother opened the door very softly, let herself and Stephanie out, and stood looking at him, one finger across her lips, while Stephanie hurried away downstairs.
"She's asleep, Louis. Don't raise your voice—" as he stepped quickly toward her.
"Is it anything serious?" he asked in a low voice.
"I don't know what Dr. Ogilvy thinks. He is coming out in a moment…." She placed one hand on her son's shoulder, reddening a trifle. "I've told William Ogilvy that she is a friend of—the family. He may have heard Sam talking about her when he was here last. So I thought it safer."