She cried, fled to the door, escaped, and called Stella's name aloud.
A door near her own opened, and Stella appeared.

Adela clung to her, and was drawn into the room.

Those eyes of infinite pity gazing into her own availed to calm her.
'Shall I send for some one ?' Stella asked anxiously, but with no weak bewilderment.
'No; it is not illness.

But I dread to be alone; I am nervous.' 'Will you stay with me, dear ?' 'Oh, Stella, let me, let me! I want to be near to you whilst I may!' Stella's child slept peacefully in a crib; the voices were too low to wake it.

Almost like another child, Adela allowed herself to be undressed.
'Shall I leave a light ?' Stella asked.
'No, I can sleep.