"
"Tried to kill herself!"
"I'm afraid I have no time to tell you the story. Merat will be able
to tell it to you better than I. I must get away by the next train.
There is no danger; she will recover."
"You say she will recover?" and Owen drew his hands across his eyes.
"I'm afraid I can hardly understand."
"But if you will just take a cab and go up to Ayrdale Mansions, you
will find Merat, who will tell you everything."
"Yes, yes. You are sure she will recover?"
"Quite."
"But you--you are going away?"
"I have to, unless I give up my appointment. Of course, I should like
to stay behind; but there is no danger, absolutely none, only an
overdose of chloral."
"She suffered a great deal from sleeplessness. Perhaps it was an
accident."
Ulick did not answer, and the elder man drove in one direction and
the younger in another.
"Merat, this is terrible!"
"Won't you come into the drawing-room, Sir Owen?"
"She is in no danger?"
"No, Sir Owen."
"Can I see her?"
"Yes, of course, Sir Owen; but she is still asleep, and the doctor
says she will not be able to understand or recognise anybody for
some hours. You will see her if you call later.
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