into the nearest seat, simply closed her eyes to her danger. If she desired relief, she had caught at the one way to get it. "I feel rather faint. Could I have some tea?"
Mr. Prodmore considered both the idea and his daughter's substantial form. "Well, as I shall expect you to put forth all your powers—yes!" He turned to Chivers. "Some tea."
The old man's eyes had attached themselves to Miss Prodmore's symptoms with more solicitude than those of her parent. "I did think it might be required!" Then as he gained the door of the morning-room: "I'll lay it out here."
The young lady, on his withdrawal, recovered herself sufficiently to rise again. "It was my train, papa—so very awfully behind. I walked up, you know, also, from the station—there's such a lovely footpath across the park."
"You've been roaming the country then alone?" Mr. Prodmore inquired.
The girl protested with instant eagerness against any such picture. "Oh, dear no, not alone!" She spoke, absurdly, as if she had had a train of attendants; but it was an instant before she could complete the assurance. "There were ever so many people about."
"Nothing is more possible than that there
