"Really ill!" echoed Frank in surprise. "Why, Daisy, she is dying. I do not mean dying to-night," he added; "or likely to die immediately; but that which she is suffering from will gradually kill her. My uncle suspected from the first what it would turn out to be."
Daisy said no more, and the house was gained. As Frank rang the bell, she left his arm and went a few steps away; beyond sight of any one who might open the door, but not beyond hearing of any conversation that might take place.
Rosaline appeared. Frank put the bottle into her hand.
"I brought it round myself, Rosaline, that I might be sure it came quickly. Has there been another fainting-fit?"
"No, not another, Mr. Frank," replied Rosaline. "She is in bed now and seems tranquil."
"Well, give her a dose of this without delay."