Ideala laughed, and put hers in her pocket.
"When are you coming to go on with your work?" he asked.
"I will write and fix a day," she said.
"I shall be away a good deal for the next three weeks," he continued.
"The twenty-third or twenty-sixth would be the most convenient days for
me, if they would suit you."
"Thank you," she answered, and hurried down the platform, without
having said a word or given a thought to what she had come to say.
And then at last the twenty-four hours' fasting, fatigue, and mental
suffering overcame her. A little later she was lying insensible on the
floor of her room, and she was alone. The servants had not seen her
enter, and there was not a creature near her to help her.
CHAPTER XXI.
Ideala was unable to exert herself for many days after this. At last,
however, she began to think of work again, and of Lorrimer. She was
uneasy about him. He had not been himself on that last occasion.
Something was wrong, she could not think what, but she felt anxious;
and out of her anxiety arose an intense longing to see him again. So
she wrote, first of all fixing the twenty-third for her visit; but when
the day came she found herself unequal to the exertion, and wrote
again, begging him to expect her on the twenty-sixth instead.
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