Am trying to communicate with her.

Wire if you know her whereabouts._" It was signed with old Mr.Dysart's name, but Dr.Bailey knew he could never have written the telegram or even have comprehended it.
The men stood grouped in the snow near the sleigh, waiting; and presently Rosalie came out on the terrace with Kathleen and Delancy Grandcourt.

Her colour was very bad and there were heavy circles under her eyes, but she spoke with perfect self-possession, made her adieux quietly, kissed Kathleen twice, and suffered Grandcourt to help her into the sleigh.
Then Grandcourt got in beside her, the two doctors swung aboard in front, bells jingled, and they whirled away over the snow.
Kathleen, with Scott and Duane on either side of her, walked back to the house.
"Well," said Scott, his voice betraying nervous reaction, "we'll resume life where we left off when Geraldine did.

Don't tell her anything about Dysart yet.

Suppose we go and cheer her up!" Geraldine lay on the pillows, rather pallid under the dark masses of hair clustering around and framing her face.