'
Phyllis had already gone, and the next moment thrust into Lily's hand
the first of the medicaments which she had found in the drawing-room.
The faintness soon went off, but Claude thought he had better not
struggle against the headache any longer, but go to bed, in hopes of
being better the next day. William went with him to his room, and
Lilias lingered on the stairs, very humble, and very wretched.
William soon came forth again, and asked the meaning of the uproar.
'It was all my fault,' said she; 'I was vexed at Claude's being
waked, and that made me speak sharply to Phyllis, and set her
roaring.'
'I do not know which is the most inconsiderate of you,' said William.
'You cannot blame me more than I deserve,' said Lily. 'May I go to
poor Claude?'
'I suppose so; but I do not see what good you are to do. Quiet is
the only thing for him.'
Lily, however, went, and Claude gave her to understand that he liked
her to stay with him. She arranged his blinds and curtains
comfortably, and then sat down to watch him. William went to the
drawing-room to write a letter. Just as he had sat down he heard a
strange noise, a sound of sobbing, which seemed to come from the
corner where the library steps stood.
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