Emily tapped at the door. Came in. "My dear, my dear—. Oh, my poor little Jean."
After a long time her father was there, and he was giving her a white tablet and a drink of water.
"It will quiet her nerves, Emily. I didn't dream that she would take it like this."
CHAPTER XIV
SHINING SOULS
The next morning Jean was ill. Derry, having the news conveyed to him over the telephone, rushed in to demand tragically of Dr. McKenzie, "Was it my fault?"
"It was the fault of too much excitement. Seventh heaven with you for hours, and then my news on top of it."
"What news?"