If only she could reach there before this labouring anguish burst from her breast to her lips--if only she could feel the hold of Gerty's arms while she shook in the ague-fit of fear that was coming upon her! She pushed up the door in the roof and called the address to the driver.

It was not so late--Gerty might still be waking.

And even if she were not, the sound of the bell would penetrate every recess of her tiny apartment, and rouse her to answer her friend's call..