What the medicine was Ellinor did not care to know; she drank it without any sign of her usual merry resistance to physic of Miss Monro's ordering; and as the latter took up a book, and showed a set purpose of remaining with her patient, Ellinor was compelled to lie still, and presently fell asleep.
She awakened late in the afternoon with a start.

Her father was standing over her, listening to Miss Monro's account of her indisposition.

She only caught one glimpse of his strangely altered countenance, and hid her head in the cushions--hid it from memory, not from him.

For in an instant she must have conjectured the interpretation he was likely to put upon her shrinking action, and she had turned towards him, and had thrown her arms round his neck, and was kissing his cold, passive face.

Then she fell back.