Rose looked imploringly at her, but did not venture to remonstrate.
“Well, I shall come over to-morrow morning,” said Mrs. Calverley; “and then——”
“What then?” asked Mildred, faintly.
“I shall go and fetch Doctor Spencer myself, unless you contrive to get well in the interim. However, I shall feel easy about you, knowing you're in good hands.”
“Yes; Rose and I will take every care of her,” said Emmeline.
“Don't bring Doctor Spencer, or send him, till you see me again, I beg, mamma,” said Mildred. “Promise me that.”
Mrs. Calverley gave the required promise, though with apparent reluctance.
As she bade her victim adieu, and kissed her fevered brow, Mildred instinctively recoiled from the contact of her lips.