Betty dressed, but her mind was in a turmoil. On one thing she was resolved. She must see a doctor. But she would not frighten her aunt, she would keep the matter close from her.
When she came into the breakfast-room, Lady Lacy said—
"I thought Maas's voice was superb, but I did not so much care for the Carmen. What did you think, dear?"
"Aunt," said Betty, anxious to change the topic, "would you mind my seeing a doctor? I don't think I am quite well."
"Not well! Why what is the matter with you?"
"I have such dead fits of drowsiness."
"My dearest, is that to be wondered at with this racketing about; balls and theatres—very other than the quiet life at home? But I will admit that you struck me as looking very pale last night. You shall certainly see Dr. Groves."
When the medical man arrived, Betty intimated that she wished to speak with him alone, and he was shown with her into the morning-room.
"Oh, Dr. Groves," she said nervously, "it is such a strange thing I have to say. I believe I walk in my sleep."
"You have eaten something that disagreed with you."