CHAPTER NINEAll that night and during the following day, a storm raged without.
The wind howling down the chimney sounded like hungry wolves. The draught fanned the fire and shadowy flames danced madly on the ceiling.
Henrietta drifted in and out of consciousness. The doctor said that her nerves must indeed have been stretched to breaking point for her to succumb so totally to the fever.
“Rest will cure her sooner than my medicines,” he prognosticated.
Sure enough by evening, her temperature somewhat abated. She was able to sit up in bed and take a little broth.
Nanny blamed herself for ever allowing Henrietta to come to Merebury with the orchestra.
“It’s all been too much for you,” she sighed,
“It doesn’t matter, Nanny,” she murmured, her eyes closed. “It’s been a-an experience.”
