And I shall have gone upstairs before that," I interrupted.

"Go now, I don't need you any more." "Ring, and send for me if you feel badly again." "Yes--yes." By this time she was at the door, and there she turned with a remorseful look in her eyes, as if she had been unkind and was sorry.

"Even if you don't send, I shall come back by and by, when I can, to see how you are," she said.

Then she was gone, and I nestled deeper into the sofa cushions, with the feeling that my head was so heavy, it must weigh down the pillows like a stone.
"She was afraid of missing Number 13 with Ivor," I said to myself.
"Well--she's welcome to it now.

I don't think she'll enjoy it much--or let him.