me which he thought fine and which I, had I known them, should have thought offensive.
I went upstairs at last but I ascended no higher than the sala. The door of Miss Bordereau's apartment was open, showing from the parlour the dimness of a poor candle. I went toward it with a light tread and at the same moment Miss Tita appeared and stood looking at me as I approached. 'She's better—she's better,' she said, even before I had asked. 'The doctor has given her something; she woke up, came back to life while he was there. He says there is no immediate danger.'
'No immediate danger? Surely he thinks her condition strange!'
'Yes, because she had been excited. That affects her dreadfully.'
'It will do so again then, because she excites herself. She did so this afternoon.'
'Yes; she mustn't come out any more,' said Miss Tita, with one of her lapses into a deeper placidity.
'What is the use of making such a remark as that if you begin to rattle her about again the first time she bids you?'
'I won't—I won't do it any more.'
'You must learn to resist her,' I went on.
'Oh yes, I shall; I shall do so better if you tell me it's right.'
'You mustn't do it for me; you must do it for yourself. It all comes back to you, if you are frightened.'
'Well, I am not frightened now,' said Miss Tita, cheerfully. 'She is very quiet.'
'Is she conscious again—does she speak?'
