She managed it, however, and drove along the drive and drew up before the door in quite a masterly fashion.
"I had better light the lamps by the time you come out," she said to her father as he got down from the carriage; but before he could tell her that One of the stablemen would probably come and see to the lamps and Prue too, the hall door was opened by an anxious-faced maid.
"We are glad you have come, sir," she exclaimed.

"The master seems very bad, and the mistress is very anxious." "I will be with your master in a moment," said the doctor cheerfully; then, turning again to Kitty, "Hadn't you better come inside, dear?
You--" "Oh no," cried shy Kitty, to whom the suggestion was full of horror.
"Oh no.

I would _much_ rather stay here, please, father.

It is cooler now, and I am very comfortable;" and Dr.Trenire, understanding her nature, let her have her way, and followed the impatient maid to the sickroom.
Kitty, greatly relieved, was fastening the reins to the splashboard before getting down to light the lamps, when a man appeared around the corner of the house, and came towards her.
"You had better go inside, miss, hadn't you ?" he said, speaking as though he were bidding her to go rather than asking her a question.
"I'll look after the mare." "Thank you," said Kitty decisively, "I would rather stay here." "I think we'm going to have a storm, and you'll get wet through before the doctor comes out.

I reckon he'll be some time." Kitty felt strongly inclined to say she would like nothing better than to get wet through, and that she preferred sitting out in a storm to anything else in the world.