And so, with a resolute repression of all excited talk, she had turned her blanched face from the light, and set herself to go to sleep, as the only means of inducing Mrs.Burgoyne also to leave her and rest.
Eleanor's present question, however, set the girl's self-control fluttering, so sharply did it recall the horror of the night.

She curbed herself visibly before replying.
'Yes,--I was frightened.

But I don't think she could have hurt me.

I should have been stronger when it came to the point.' 'Thank God Edward was there!' cried Eleanor.
'Where did he come to you ?' 'At the dining-room door.

I could not have held it much longer.