She complained of intruding faces in the room, she called with dreadful peevishness to unseen people who would not leave her bedside, and even sat at its foot.

Then she forgot them, and imagined she was picking daisies on the counterpane.

Then she begged Theophil to go downstairs and see Isabel.

It was a shame to keep her waiting all that time by herself in the study.

And when Theophil tried to persuade her that Isabel was not there, she shook her head and said: "You must not mind me, Theophil, dear.