Look at the stage!' I tried, on her injunction, to fix it, and to hear something of what was going on there, but quite in vain.

I looked at her again by and by, and saw her shrink into her corner, and put her gloved hand to her forehead.
'Agnes!' I said.

'I'mafraidyou'renorwell.' 'Yes, yes.

Do not mind me, Trotwood,' she returned.

'Listen! Are you going away soon ?' 'Amigoarawaysoo ?' I repeated.
'Yes.' I had a stupid intention of replying that I was going to wait, to hand her downstairs.