"I'll have to call Master Scott after all," she said.
"No! No! I don't want Scott.

I don't want anyone.

I only want to be up the mountain in time for the dawn.

Oh, why are you all such fools?
Why can't you understand ?" There was growing exasperation in Isabel's voice.
Biddy's hand fell from her, and she turned to cross the room.
Scott slept in the next room to them, and a portable electric bell which they adjusted every night communicated therewith.

Biddy moved slowly to press the switch, but ere she reached it Isabel's voice stayed her.
"Biddy, don't call Master Scott!" Biddy paused, looking back with eyes of faithful devotion.
"Ah, Miss Isabel darlint, will ye rest aisy then?
I dursn't give ye the quieting stuff without Master Scott says so." "I don't want anything," Isabel said.