“Yes, sir. I knocked at her chamber door in the middle of the night, and she gave me a small bottle that was standing by her bedside. Miss Calverley only took a few drops of it.”
“Quite enough, I should think,” muttered Norris.
“Well, don't give her any more at present,” said Chetwynd.
“I haven't got any more to give her,” replied Rose. “I took back the phial.”
“Mark that, sir,” observed Norris.
“Why mark it?” inquired Rose.
“Never mind him,” said Chetwynd. “Go back to my sister at once, and remain with her till Doctor Spencer arrives. Don't give her anything more, and don't let Mrs. Calverley come near her if you can help it.”
“Mind that!” said Norris, emphatically.
Rose looked at him, but made no remark.
“Tell her I have something to say to her, and must see her this morning; but don't make her uneasy,” said Chetwynd. “I suppose Miss Barfleur is with her?”