overtaxed her strength for him kept her from yielding sooner. On the day of his departure she retired to her bedroom, drew the blinds, got into bed, and gave an order that nobody should be admitted. They might interpret her retirement as grief at Dare's departure if they chose; for the moment she didn't care a tinker's dam what any one thought.
Aunt Denise discouraged Keble's immediate attempt to telephone for Dr. Bruneau. "She doesn't need medicine," she said, "but rest. Leave her to me; I understand her temperament."
Once more Keble and Miriam could only pool their helplessness.
"We had better leave matters in her hands," Miriam decided. "The Bruneaus seem to be infallible in cases of illness."
Keble was only half reassured. "Usually when Louise has a headache that would drive any ordinary person mad, she goes out and climbs Hardscrapple. I have a good mind to telephone in spite of Aunt Denise."
"If you do," said Miriam, "Louise will be furious, and that will only make matters worse. It's merely exhaustion. Even I have seen it coming."
"I wish to God I'd fetched a nurse from Harristown when Dare was ill."
"Louise wouldn't have given up her patient if you had imported a dozen."
Keble was vexed and bitterly unhappy. "What are you going to do with a woman like that!" he
