CHAPTER VIII.
“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 down 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 hot water here, Miss?”
“Bath.... Hot water....” Kitty repeated the words over as if she were striving to grasp a meanin
