The stroke was effectual. Bullivant averted his face, naturally
woebegone, and sat for some minutes without speaking. The bus again
drew up; four or five people were about to ascend.

'I will say good-morning, Miss Madden,' he whispered hurriedly.

She gave her hand, glanced at him with embarrassment, and so let him
depart.

Ten minutes restored the mood in which she had set out. Once more
she smiled to herself. Indeed, her head was better for the fresh air
and the movement. If only the sisters would allow her to get away
soon after dinner!

It was Virginia who opened the door to her, and embraced and kissed
her with wonted fondness.

'You are nice and early! Poor Alice has been in bed since the day
before yesterday; a dreadful cold and one of her very worst
headaches. But I think she is a little better this morning.'

Alice--a sad spectacle--was propped up on pillows.

'Don't kiss me, darling,' she said, in a voice barely audible. 'You
mustn't risk getting a sore throat. How well you look!'

'I'm afraid she doesn't look _well_,' corrected Virginia; 'but
perhaps she has a little more colour than of late. Monica, dear, as
Alice can hardly' use her voice, I will speak for both of us, and
wish you many, many happy returns of the day. And we ask you to