'Since Archie went back to school I
have had Dilly in my room, and we both slept soundly all night.'
'Did you? I fancied I saw a light in your room.'
This was quite true. Edith was writing a very long letter.
'Ah, perhaps.'
'Well, at three o'clock in the morning, fancy my surprise to hear a
knock at my door!'
'I wonder I didn't hear a knock at mine,' said Edith.
'Your husband was afraid to disturb the little girl. Most considerate, I
thought. Well, he knocked at my door and said that he was unable to
sleep, that he felt terribly miserable and melancholy, in fact was
wretched, and that he felt on the point of cutting his throat.... Don't
be frightened, dear. I don't mean that he really _meant_ it,' said
Madame Frabelle, putting her hand on Edith's.
'Poor fellow! But what a shame to disturb you.'
'I didn't mind in the least. I was only too pleased. Well, what do you
think I did? I got up and dressed, went down to the library and lighted
the fire, and sat up for half-an-hour with your husband trying to
cheer him up!'
'Did you really?' Edith smiled. 'It was very sweet of you, Eglantine.'
'Not at all; I was only too glad.
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