"Do I look like one?
My looking-glass did not tell me so." "No," said Anne; "you--are so--so crimson and splendid--and I--" Her ladyship came swiftly down the stairs to her.
"You are not crimson and splendid," she said.

"'Tis you who are a ghost.
What is it ?" Anne let her soft, dull eyes rest upon her for a moment helplessly, and when she replied her voice sounded weak.
"I think--I am ill, sister," she said.

"I seem to tremble and feel faint." "Go then to bed and see the physician.

You must be cared for," said her ladyship.

"In sooth, you look ill indeed." "Nay," said Anne; "I beg you, sister, this afternoon let me be with you; it will sustain me.