She must stop here, and I'll see her in the morning.

Take care of her, and keep her mind as easy as you can, will you, for she can do no good by fidgeting." And, knowing that he left Ellinor in good hands, and with plenty of assistance about her, he returned to his friends.
Ellinor came to herself before long.
"It was very foolish of me, but I could not help it," said she, apologetically.
"No; to be sure not, dear.

Here, drink this; it is some of Mr.Johnson's best port wine that he has sent out on purpose for you.

Or would you rather have some white soup--or what?
We've had everything you could think of for dinner, and you've only to ask and have.

And then you must go to bed, my dear--Mr.Johnson says you must; and there's a well-aired room, for Mr.Horner only left us this morning." "I must see Mr.Johnson again, please." "But indeed you must not.