Her eyes showed traces of tears.

Her forehead was still drawn with thought as it had been in the train.
Presently she sank again beside Eleanor.
'I came to see you, because I could not sleep, and I wanted to suggest a plan to you.

I had no idea you were ill.

You should have called me before.' Eleanor put out a feeble hand.

Lucy took it tenderly, and laid it against her cheek.