"
"Would it not be better for you to go and lie down in your room?"
"I to lie down in my room with a headache like this? No, thank you."
Maggie shuddered as she spoke. Nancy felt her friend's arm shiver as
she leaned on it.
"You are really ill, darling!" she said in a tone of sympathy and
fondness.
"I have not felt right for a week and am worse today, but I dare say a
drive in this nice frosty air will set me up."
"I am going to Kingsdene. Shall I order a carriage for you?"
"I wish you would."
"Maggie, did you notice that Priscilla was not at her lecture?"
"She was not. I met her rushing away, I think, to Kingsdene; she
seemed put out about something."
"Poor little thing. No wonder-- those horrid girls!"
"Oh, Nancy, if there's anything unpleasant, don't tell me just now; my
head aches so dreadfully, I could scarcely hear bad news."
"You are working too hard, Maggie."
"I am not; it is the only thing left to me."
"Do you know that we are to have a rehearsal of The Princess to-night?
If you are as ill as you look now, you can't be present."
"I will be present. Do you think I can't force myself to do what is
necessary?"
"Oh, I am well acquainted with the owner of your will," answered Nancy
with a laugh.
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