"And what then ?" Thalassa went on, but a little moodily.
"I went along to the kitchen and found the old woman lying on the floor, in a kind of fit or faint, making the queer noise I'd just heered.

When I picked her up she opened her eyes, laughing and crying and making mouths as she pointed to the ceiling.

I could get nothing out of her for a while.
Then she mutters something about a crash upstairs, and goes off into another fit.

I carried her into her bedroom and went upstairs as fast as my legs would take me.

There was a light under his door, but he didn't answer when I knocked.