“I wish to see Mrs. Calverley,” she said.
“Better not,” he replied.
“I think so, too,” added Emmeline. “Her presence will only disturb you.”
“I must see her before I die,” said Mildred. “Bring her to me, if you can. She is in her own room.”
Chetwynd made no further remonstrance, but proceeding to Mrs. Calverley's chamber, which was on the same floor, and at no great distance, tapped at the dressing-room door.
A faint voice bade him come in.
He found Teresa lying back in the chair, as last described, and was quite shocked by her appearance.
“What brings you here, Chetwynd?” she asked. “Has Mr. Carteret sent you?”
“No,” he replied. “I have come to tell you that Mildred desires greatly to see you.”
“I am unable to move, as you perceive, or I would go to her. What does she desire to say to me? Any question you may ask me in her name I will answer.”