“You don’t think you should ask one of the maids to go with you?” suggested Mrs. Blossom.
“I shall be quite all right. Mama would not like me to walk about the streets alone, but if I go in a carriage and come back in one, there should be no harm in that.”
“I suppose not,” agreed Mrs. Blossom in a worried tone. “Please, my dear, stay in your room as much as you can, I am sure I shall be better tomorrow.”
“You don’t think you should see a doctor?”
“No, of course not. I am not as bad as that. I have had these attacks before and if I take the right pills, it will all be over in twenty-four hours.”
She spoke optimistically, but as Lanthia drew back the curtains she saw that the older woman looked pale and rather drawn.
She did everything she could, tidying the room and ordering breakfast
