The old man had gone to the stables, and as he came out of the room where Orlando was, Louise's door opened softly on him.
Dimly, in the half-darkness of her room, in which no light was burning, he saw her.

She beckoned to him.

Shutting the door of Orlando's bedroom behind him, he came quickly to her side and said: "Go to bed at once, young woman.

This will not do." "I'm not sick now," she urged.

"Say, I really am well again." "You must not be well again so soon," he replied meaningly.