I don't know my way--very well--" She turned, conscious of some one's arm supporting her; and Stephanie said, in a low, pitiful voice: "Lean back on me.

You must let me help you to the house." "Thank you--I won't go in....

If I could rest--a moment--perhaps somebody--Mr.Neville--would help me to get home again--" [Illustration: "'Dearest,' he whispered, putting his arm around her, 'you must come with us'"] "Come with me, Miss West," whispered Stephanie, "I _want_ you.

Will you come to my room with me for a little while ?" She looked into Stephanie's eyes, turned and looked at Neville.
"Dearest," he whispered, putting his arm around her, "you must come with us." She nodded and moved forward, steadily, between them both, and entered the house, head-carried high on the slender neck, but her face was colourless under the dark masses of her loosened hair, and she swayed at the foot of the stairs, reaching out blindly at nothing--falling forward.
It was a dead weight that Neville bore into Stephanie's room.

When his mother turned him out and closed the door behind him he stood stupidly about until his sister, who had gone into the room, opened the door and bade him telephone for Dr.Ogilvy.
"What has happened to her ?" he asked, as though dazed.
"I don't know.