The pain mastered her again; a low cry broke from her when she closed the door.

Carmina ran out: "Frances! what is it ?" Frances looked over her shoulder, while she slowly ascended the stairs.

"Never mind!" she said gently.

"I have got my remedy." Carmina advanced a step to follow her, and drew back.
Was that expression of suffering really caused by pain of the body?
or was it attributable to anything that she had rashly said?
She tried to recall what had passed between Frances and herself.

The effort wearied her.