I can't bear sick people--they upset my nerves, and I just can't stand them.

But the moment he is all right enough to see me so that it won't bore me, I'll come.

You understand?
Now I must really have a trional and get some rest." And when she was alone she went deliberately to the glass and smiled radiantly to herself as she whispered aloud: "So he isn't going to die or be an idiot.

In a few years he can still be Prime Minister.

And I have got him now, as sure as fate!" Then she closed her mouth with that firm snap Arabella knew so well, and, swallowing her sleeping draught, she composed herself for a peaceful siesta..