How has it all come
about?"
"Don't bother her, Amy," Mr. Withers said; for now that the excitement
was past Mrs. Conway was trembling all over, and was scarcely able to
keep her feet. "She is overtired and overexcited. Take her straight up
to the spare room and get her to bed. I will make her a tumbler of hot
port wine and water. The water is sure to be warm in the kitchen, and
a stick or two will make it boil by the time she is ready for it. We
will hear all about it in the morning. We have got the will safe, and
we have got her; that is quite enough for us for to-night, all the
rest will keep very well until to-morrow."
In a few minutes Mrs. Conway was in bed, and after drinking the
tumbler of hot negus Mr. Withers had prepared for her she soon fell
asleep.
Mrs. Withers came into the room early in the morning. "My husband says
you are not to think of getting up unless you feel quite equal to it,
and I agree with him; so if you like I will bring breakfast up to you,
and then you can go off to sleep again for a bit."
"Oh, no, thank you," Mrs. Conway replied. "Now that I am fairly awake
and realize where I am, I am perfectly ready to get up. I could not
think the first moment I opened my eyes where I had got to, and
fancied I had overslept myself and should get a nice scolding."
"You must wear one of my dresses, my dear," the vicar's wife said.
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