It's bad enough at the theatre where we pay for it." Rose went into the dining-room and began to eat from a plate of fruit and cakes on the sideboard.
"Are you going up to see mother ?" asked Felicia after a while.

She had remained in front of the drawing-room fireplace.
"No," replied Rose from the other room.

"I won't trouble her tonight.

If you go in tell her I am too tired to be agreeable." So Felicia turned into her mother's room, as she went up the great staircase and down the upper hall.

The light was burning there, and the servant who always waited on Mrs.Sterling was beckoning Felicia to come in.
"Tell Clara to go out," exclaimed Mrs.Sterling as Felicia came up to the bed.
Felicia was surprised, but she did as her mother bade her, and then inquired how she was feeling.
"Felicia," said her mother, "can you pray ?" The question was so unlike any her mother had ever asked before that she was startled.