XII.
‘But what is it, Miss, what is it? Are you ill? Why, Miss, you haven’t taken your things off; you haven’t been to bed!’
‘No; I lay down…. I have had frightful dreams—that is all.’
‘But you must be ill, Miss; you look dreadful, Miss. Shall I tell Mr.
Hare? Perhaps the doctor had better be sent for.’
‘No, no; pray say nothing about me. Tell my father that I did not sleep, that I am going to lie down for a little while, that he is not to expect me for breakfast.’
‘I really think, Miss, that it would be as well for you to see the doctor.’
‘No, no, no. I am going to lie down, and I am not to be disturbed.’
‘Shall I fill the bath, Miss? Shall I leave the hot water here, Miss?’
‘Bath … hot water …’ Kitty repeated the words over as if she were striving to grasp a meaning, but which e
