‘She’s in the next room,’ said the Infirmarian. ‘She’s had rather a nasty heart-attack, but she’s better now. She would try to do too much, and, of course, finding you like that was a shock to her.’
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It was not till the evening, when the Dean came in and found the patient fretting herself into a fever of curiosity, that Harriet got a complete story of the night’s adventures.
‘Now, if you’ll keep quiet,’ said the Dean, ‘I’ll tell you. If not, not. And your beautiful young man has sent you a young gardenful of flowers and will call again in the morning. Well, now! Poor Miss de Vine got here about 10 o’clock—her train was a bit late—and Mullins met her with a message to go and see the Warden at once. However, she thought she’d better take her hat off first, so she went along to her
