I could not--quite the reverse, indeed.
Still I was uncomfortable and feverish--girls of my then age will easily conceive how miserable, under similar circumstances, such a misgiving would make them.
It was a long way to Madame's room.

I met Mrs.Rusk bustling along the passage with a housemaid.
'How is Madame ?' I asked.
'Quite well, I believe,' answered the housekeeper, drily.

'Nothing the matter that _I_ know of.

She eat enough for two to-day.

I wish _I_ could sit in my room doing nothing.' Madame was sitting, or rather reclining, in a low arm-chair, when I entered the room, close to the fire, as was her wont, her feet extended near to the bars, and a little coffee equipage beside her.