The nurse is trying to get her to sleep." "Oh, then of course I shan't stop," and Sylvia turned to go.

"How soon will Marian be home ?" "To-morrow evening; I'm going up to get her to-night," he answered harshly.
"You are going to the Willings to come home with her ?" asked Sylvia, surprised by his gruffness.
He spoke in a lower tone.
"You didn't see to-day's papers?
She's been to Chicago with those Willings and their machine was smashed and the chauffeur hurt.

I'm going to bring her back.

She had no business to be visiting the Willings in the first place, and their taking her to Chicago without our consent was downright impudence.

I don't want Mrs.Bassett to know of the accident.
I'm going up on the night train." It satisfied his turbulent spirit to tell her this; he had blurted it out without attempting to conceal the anger that the thought of Marian roused in him.
"She wasn't hurt?
We should be glad of that!" Sylvia lingered, her hand on the veranda rail.