'Something better than a Spartan,' said Mr. Mohun. 'Does it give you
much pain now, my dear?'
'Not so bad as in church,' said Phyllis, 'only I am very tired, and
it is so hot.'
'We will help you home, then,' said Mr. Mohun. As he took her up in
his arms, Phyllis laughed, thanked him, replied to various inquiries
from her sisters and the Westons--laughed again at sundry jokes from
her brothers, then became silent, and was almost asleep, with her
head on her papa's shoulder, by the time they reached the hall-door.
She thought it very strange to be laid down on the sofa in the
drawing-room, and to find every one attending to her. Mrs. Weston
bathed her forehead with lavender-water, and Lily cut open the sleeve
of her frock; Jane fetched all manner of remedies, and Emily pitied
her. She was rather frightened: she thought such a fuss would not
be made about her unless she was very ill; she was faint and tired,
and was glad when Mrs. Weston proposed that they should all come
away, and leave her to go to sleep quietly.
Marianne was so absorbed in admiration of Phyllis that she did not
speak one word all the way from church to the New Court, and stood in
silence watching the operations upon her friend, till Mrs.
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