Oh, no.

VALENTINE. Then the wraps, Miss Susan.

PHOEBE. Auntie, don't leave me.

VALENTINE. What a refractory patient it is. But reason with her, Miss
Susan, and I shall ask Miss Phoebe for some wraps.

PHOEBE. Sir!

(_To their consternation he goes cheerily into the bedroom_. MISS
PHOEBE _saves herself by instant flight, and nothing but mesmeric
influence keeps_ MISS SUSAN _rooted to the blue and white room. When
he returns he is loaded with wraps, and still cheerfully animated, as
if he had found nothing untoward in_ LIVVY'S _bedchamber._)

VALENTINE. I think these will do admirably, Miss Susan.

MISS SUSAN. But Phoebe----

VALENTINE. If I swathe Miss Livvy in these----

MISS SUSAN. Phoebe----

VALENTINE. She is still busy airing the room. (_The extraordinary man
goes to the couch as if unable to perceive that its late occupant has
gone, and_ MISS SUSAN _watches him, fascinated._) Come, Miss Livvy,
put these over you. Allow me--this one over your shoulders, so. Be so
obliging as to lean on me. Be brave, ma'am, you cannot fall--my arm is
round you; gently, gently, Miss Livvy; ah, that is better; we are doing
famously; come, come. Good-bye, Miss Susan, I will take every care of
her.

(_He has gone, with the bundle on his arm, but_ MISS SUSAN _does not
wake up. Even the banging of the outer door is unable to rouse her.
It is heard, however, by_ MISS PHOEBE, _who steals back into the room,
her cap upon her head to give her courage._)

PHOEBE. He is gone! (MISS SUSAN'S _rapt face alarms her._) Oh,
Susan, was he as dreadful as that?

MISS SUSAN (_in tones unnatural to her_). Phoebe, he knows all.

PHOEBE. Yes, of course he knows all now. Sister, did his face change?
Oh, Susan, what did he say?

MISS SUSAN. He said 'Good-bye, Miss Susan.' That was almost all he
said.

PHOEBE. Did his eyes flash fire?

MISS SUSAN. Phoebe, it was what he did. He--he took Livvy with him.

PHOEBE. Susan, dear, don't say that. You are not distraught, are you?

MISS SUSAN (_clinging to facts_). He did; he wrapped her up in a shawl.

PHOEBE. Susan! You are Susan Throssel, my love. You remember me,
don't you? Phoebe, your sister. I was Livvy also, you know, Livvy.

MISS SUSAN. He took Livvy with him.

PHOEBE (_in woe_). Oh, oh! sister, who am I?

MISS SUSAN. You are Phoebe.

PHOEBE. And who was Livvy?

MISS SUSAN. You were.

PHOEBE. Thank heaven.

MISS SUSAN. But he too