She bowed her head in sign that she understood--looked for the last time at Anne--dropped a stiff courtesy to her young mistress--and left the room.
An hour later the butler had paid her, and she had left the house.
Blanche breathed more freely when she found herself alone.

She could feel the relief now of seeing Anne revive.
"Can you hear me, darling ?" she whispered.

"Can you let me leave you for a moment ?" Anne's eyes slowly opened and looked round her--in that torment and terror of reviving life which marks the awful protest of humanity against its recall to existence when mortal mercy has dared to wake it in the arms of Death.
Blanche rested Anne's head against the nearest chair, and ran to the table upon which she had placed the wine on entering the room.
After swallowing the first few drops Anne begun to feel the effect of the stimulant.

Blanche persisted in making her empty the glass, and refrained from asking or answering questions until her recovery under the influence of the wine was complete.
"You have overexerted yourself this morning," she said, as soon as it seemed safe to speak.

"Nobody has seen you, darling--nothing has happened.