About nine o'clock Mrs. Mencke went up to her sister's room to see if
she needed anything before retiring.
She tried the door and found it locked.
"Are you in bed, Violet?" she called, in a low tone, with her lips at
the key-hole.
"No, Belle, but I am busy with a little writing which I wish to do,"
Violet answered, in calm, even tones. "But never mind me--go back to
your dancing; I can take care of myself and would rather not be
disturbed by any one again to-night."
"I will come up again in half an hour," Mrs. Mencke returned, not
satisfied to leave her thus for the night.
"No, do not, Belle, please--I prefer that you should not," pleaded her
sister.
"Will you be sure to take your drops? You will need all the strength
that you can get for to-morrow," persisted Mrs. Mencke.
"Yes, I will take them; I know that I shall need strength," was the
grave reply.
"All right; good-night, then, and a good rest to you," said Mrs. Mencke,
and the rustle of her silken garments on the stairs, a moment later,
told Violet that she had gone back to the gay company below which she
enjoyed so much.
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