She thought slowly that it was a strange circumstance that Mr.von Rosen should have a fainting or dead young Syrian girl in his house.

Then she rose from the divan, holding her head very stiffly, and began to dress.

She had just enough time to dress leisurely and catch the train.

She called on one of the two maids to assist her and was quite equipped, even to the little mink toque, fastened very carefully on her shining head, when there was a soft push at the door, and her twin daughters, Maida and Adelaide, entered.

They were eight years old, but looked younger.