She was sitting in a light dressing-gown, and her face, which was rather pale, flushed at the entrance of Charlotte and her aunt.
'I knew you were come,' she said, when Charlotte stooped and kissed her.

'I heard you.

I have done nothing this morning, and feel dreadfully unsettled.

Is all well ?' The question was put without thought, but its aptness seemed almost to imply an intuitive knowledge of their previous conversation.

'Yes,' said Charlotte tardily.
'Well, now, Clementine shall dress you, and I can do with Milly,' continued Paula.