She saw what she took to be the spirit of
Charles Seabohn, staggering under the weight of the lifeless body
of Mivanway, and the sight not unnaturally alarmed her. Charles's
suggestion of brandy, however, sounded human, and the urgent need
of attending to Mivanway kept her mind from dwelling upon problems
tending towards insanity.
Charles carried Mivanway to her room, and laid her upon the bed.
"I'll leave her with you," he whispered to the eldest Miss Evans.
"It will be better for her not to see me until she is quite
recovered. She has had a shock."
Charles waited in the dark parlour for what seemed to him an
exceedingly long time. But at last the eldest Miss Evans returned.
"She's all right now," were the welcome words he heard.
"I'll go and see her," he said.
"But she's in bed," exclaimed the scandalised Miss Evans.
And then as Charles only laughed, "Oh, ah--yes, I suppose--of
course," she added.
And the eldest Miss Evans, left alone, sat down and wrestled with
the conviction that she was dreaming.
PORTRAIT OF A LADY
My work pressed upon me, but the louder it challenged me--such is
the heart of the timid fighter--the less stomach I felt for the
contest.
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