In a little while, about half an hour, Sophie came and told me Richard would like to see me in her little dressing-room.
The day of panic and horror was over, and proprieties must begin their sway.

I felt I hated Sophie for making me go out of my own room, but I pulled a shawl over my shoulders and followed her across the hall into her little room.

There Richard was waiting for me.

He gave me a chair, and then said, "You needn't wait, Sophie," and sat down beside me.
Sophie went away half angry, and Richard looked at me uneasily.
"I thought you'd want to see me," he said.
"Yes," I answered; "I wish you'd tell me everything," but in so commonplace a voice, I know that he was startled.
"You do not feel well, do you?
Maybe we'd better not talk about it now." "Oh, yes.

You might as well tell me all to-night." "Well, everything is done.