He felt so terribly, Madeleine dear! Your heart would
have ached for him. And when I asked him to let you come over here he
seemed to brighten up, and said it was the best thing to do."
Madeleine burst into tears, the first she had shed in many months.
"Poor Howard! Poor Howard! But it will do no good."
"Oh, yes, it will. Now, let me help you dress. Or would you rather
stay in bed today?"
"I'll dress. And I'm not going to stay, Sally. I give you fair
warning."
"Oh, but you are. I've locked up your outdoor things--and my own!
I'll only let you have them when we go out together."
"So you have turned yourself into my jailer?"
"Yes, I have. And don't try to look like an outraged empress until
your stays are covered up. Put on your dress and we'll have a game of
battledore and shuttlecock in the hall. It's raining. Then we'll have
some music this afternoon. My alto used to go beautifully with your
soprano, and I'll get out our duets. I haven't forgotten one of the
accompaniments--What are you doing?"
Madeleine was undressing rapidly. "I haven't had my bath. I seldom
forget that, even--where is the bath room? I forget."
"Across the hall. And leave your clothes here. Although you'd break
your bones if you tried to jump out of the window. When you've
finished I'll have a cup of strong coffee ready for you.
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