"Oh, Lady Heyton!"
"Then help me to get away. Send a telegram to my people to say that I am
coming; tell Marie to pack----"
"Yes," said Celia, feeling that Miriam had decided on the best course.
"I will see to everything. Will you lie down and rest, while I get
everything ready?"
"Rest!" echoed Miriam, bitterly. "There cannot be a moment's rest
for me while I am in this house. I have lain awake listening,
listening----" She shuddered. "Go now. I'd try to thank you, if I could.
You've been kind to me--Derrick's wife!" She pushed Celia from her and
rose unsteadily. "Oh, go; I'm grateful, but the sight of you reminds
me----"
With the tears running down her cheeks, Celia left her, to find Marie
and send off the telegram.