CHAPTER XXIII.
'...You have some influence over Agnes.

Try what you can do, Henry, to make her take a sensible view of the matter.

There is really nothing to make a fuss about.

My wife's maid knocked at her door early in the morning, with the customary cup of tea.

Getting no answer, she went round to the dressing-room--found the door on that side unlocked--and discovered Agnes on the bed in a fainting fit.