Presently the girl ran down and entered the room where I was.
"If you please, Miss Grace, Miss Kate wants you," said Eunice, with a scared face; "and oh, Miss, I think she's ill, she do look so bad!" Wanted me! I dropped the silver I was holding, in sheer affright.
What could she want of me?
I went upstairs, my heart almost choking me with its rapid throbbing, and rapped at the door.
She opened it herself.

Well might Eunice think her ill.

One night had wrought such change as I never thought a night could work before.

She had evidently never lain down.

She wore the dress of yesterday, and I could see the bed in the inner room undisturbed.
Her face was so awfully corpse-like, her eyes so haggard and sunken, her beauty so mysteriously gone, that I shrank before her as if it had been the spectre of the bright, beautiful, radiant Kate Danton.