'Her father, then?'
'Why, yes, he's at home just now. Shall I telegraph for him?'
'No—not yet—I don't want to frighten her. We'll see in the morning.'
But long before the morning came they discovered how things were going with her. Late that night Mrs. Lalor, who had undertaken to sit up till her sister should come to relieve her, stole noiselessly along to the room of the latter and woke her.
'Em, darling, who is Ronald?' she whispered.
'Ronald? I don't know,' was the answer—for she was still somewhat confused.
'Carry is asking that one Ronald should be sent for—do come and see her, Em—I think she's wandering a little—she says there's never any luck in the boat except when Ronald is in it—I don't understand it at all——'
'But I do—I do now,' said the girl, as she hastily got up and put a dressing-gown and some wraps around her.
'And you'll have to send for the Doctor at once, Mary—he said he would not be in bed till two. She must be in a fever—that's delirium—if she thinks she is in the Highlands again.'
And delirium it was, though of no violent kind. No, she lay quite placidly; and it was only at times that she uttered a few indistinct words; but those around her now perceived that her brain had mixed up this Lake George with that other Scotch lake they had heard of, and they guessed that it was about salmon-fishing she was thinking when she said that it was Ronald that always brought good luck to the boat.