And do you really feel better ?' 'Very much better.

I shall go to sleep very soon.' The visitor took her leave.

When, a few minutes after, Monica had bidden good-night to her sister (requesting that the lamp might be left), she read what Mildred had brought.
'MY DEAREST MONICA,'-- the missive began--'Why have you not written before this?
I have been dreadfully uneasy ever since receiving your last letter.

Your headache soon went away, I hope?
Why haven't you made another appointment?
It is all I can do to keep from breaking my promise and coming to ask about you.

Write at once, I implore you, my dearest.