Part 4 (2/2)
Betty was highly delighted. She had been to plays, never to a real opera.
In the evening, dinner was early, unnecessarily early, and Betty knew that it would not take her long to dress, so she went into the little conservatory and seated herself there. The scent of the heliotropes was strong. Betty called them cherry-pie. She had got the libretto, and she looked it over; but as she looked, her eyes closed, and without being aware that she was going to sleep, in a moment she was completely unconscious.
She woke, feeling stiff and cold.
”Goodness!” said she, ”I hope I am not late. Why--what is that light?”
The glimmer of dawn shone in at the conservatory windows.
Much astonished, she left it. The hall, the staircase were dark. She groped her way to her room, and switched on the electric light.
Before her lay her black-and-white muslin dress on the bed; on the table were her white twelve-b.u.t.ton gloves folded about her fan. She took them up, and below them, somewhat crumpled, lay the play-bill, scented.
”How very unaccountable this is,” she said; and removing the dress, seated herself on the bed and thought.
”Why did they turn out the lights?” she asked herself, then sprang to her feet, switched off the electric current, and saw that actually the morning light was entering the room. She resumed her seat; put her hands to her brow.
”It cannot--it cannot be that this dreadful thing has happened again.”
Presently she heard the servants stirring. She hastily undressed and retired between the sheets, but not to sleep. Her mind worked. She was seriously alarmed.
At the usual time Martha arrived with tea.
”Awake, Miss Betty!” she said. ”I hope you had a nice evening. I dare say it was beautiful.”
”But,” began the girl, then checked herself, and said--
”Is my aunt getting up? Is she very tired?”
”Oh, miss, my lady is a wonderful person; she never seems to tire. She is always down at the same time.”
Betty dressed, but her mind was in a turmoil. On one thing she was resolved. She must see a doctor. But she would not frighten her aunt, she would keep the matter close from her.
When she came into the breakfast-room, Lady Lacy said--
”I thought Maas's voice was superb, but I did not so much care for the Carmen. What did you think, dear?”
”Aunt,” said Betty, anxious to change the topic, ”would you mind my seeing a doctor? I don't think I am quite well.”
”Not well! Why what is the matter with you?”
”I have such dead fits of drowsiness.”
”My dearest, is that to be wondered at with this racketing about; b.a.l.l.s and theatres--very other than the quiet life at home? But I will admit that you struck me as looking very pale last night. You shall certainly see Dr. Groves.”
When the medical man arrived, Betty intimated that she wished to speak with him alone, and he was shown with her into the morning-room.
”Oh, Dr. Groves,” she said nervously, ”it is such a strange thing I have to say. I believe I walk in my sleep.”
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