Then she summoned Martha and asked the housekeeper to send Eliza Parsons to sit with her in the darkened room, as she was suffering from a headache.
The maid came at once, to all appearances, as happy and careless as ever.

After expressing her sympathy she asked what she could do.
"Just sit down and keep me company, dear," replied Louise.

"I'm not very bad, but I'm restless and can't sleep, and I want you to talk to me and amuse me." Eliza laughed.
"That is easy, as far as talking is concerned," she said.

"But to amuse you, Miss Louise, may be more difficult." But the girls found a topic of conversation in the election, in which Eliza was much interested, and they chatted together for an hour or so before Louise made any move to consummate her plot.
"I hope my foolish reports to Mr.Hopkins did no harm to Mr.Forbes," Eliza was saying.

"I really had little to tell him of your conversation or movements." "You did no harm at all, for Mr.Forbes was elected," replied Louise.
Then she said, carelessly: "Martha has sent me this pitcher of lemonade, and I don't care for it.
Won't you drink a glass, Eliza ?" "No, thank you," she replied, shaking her head.