The landlady rubbed her feet and hands, administered hot brandy and water, and finally got her to bed.
Mr Prothero kept out of her way lest he should say something that he might afterwards repent of in the warmth of his delight at finding her again.

After she was in bed, and he had heard from the landlady that she seemed better and more comfortable, he and Lion had a good supper--a meal the dog appeared thoroughly to enjoy, and which he ate with a ravenous appetite.
Mr Prothero told the landlady to leave Gladys in bed the next morning until nine o'clock, by which hour he supposed she would be sufficiently refreshed, and then retired himself, feeling thankful to Miss Gwynne for having made him do a good action, but still believing that Owen must have been in the secret of Gladys' sudden flight.
Gladys slept soundly until the landlady took her a good breakfast at nine o'clock.

She then awoke, refreshed but frightened, and uncertain as to her present state or future proceedings.

She was told that Mr Prothero wished to see her as soon as she was dressed, and accordingly when she had eaten her breakfast, she got up.

She felt very stiff and weak, and her hands trembled so much that she could scarcely dress herself.
Lion found her out, however, and gained admittance into her bedroom.