is not
merely that Miss Phoebe has again donned her schoolmistress's gown and
hidden her curls under the cap. To see her thus once more, her real
self, after the escapade of the ball, is not unpleasant, and the cap
and gown do not ill become the quiet room. But she now turns guiltily
from the sun that used to be her intimate, her face is drawn, her form
condensed into the smallest space, and her hands lie trembling in her
lap. It is disquieting to note that any life there is in the room
comes not from her but from Miss Susan. If the house were to go on
fire now it would be she who would have to carry out Miss Phoebe._

_Whatever of import has happened since the ball, Patty knows it, and is
enjoying it. We see this as she ushers in Miss Willoughby. Note also,
with concern, that at mention of the visitor's name the eyes of the
sisters turn affrightedly, not to the door by which their old friend
enters, but to the closed door of the spare bed-chamber. Patty also
gives it a meaning glance; then the three look at each other, and two
of them blanch._

MISS WILLOUGHBY (_the fourth to look at the door_). I am just run
across, Susan, to inquire how Miss Livvy does now.

MISS SUSAN. She is still very poorly, Mary.

MISS WILLOUGHBY. I am so unhappy of that. I conceive it to be a
nervous disorder?

MISS SUSAN (_almost too glibly_). Accompanied by trembling,
flutterings, and spasms.

MISS WILLOUGHBY. The excitements of the ball. You have summoned the
apothecary at last, I trust, Phoebe?

(MISS PHOEBE, _once so ready of defence, can say nothing._)

MISS SUSAN (_to the rescue_). It is Livvy's own wish that he should
not be consulted.

Miss WILLOUGHBY (_looking longingly at the door_). May I go in to see
her?

MISS SUSAN. I fear not, Mary. She is almost asleep, and it is best
not to disturb her. (_Peeping into the bedroom._) Lie quite still,
Livvy, my love, quite still.

(_Somehow this makes_ PATTY _smile so broadly that she finds it
advisable to retire_. MISS WILLOUGHBY _sighs, and produces a small
bowl from the folds of her cloak._)

Miss WILLOUGHBY. This is a little arrowroot, of which I hope Miss
Livvy will be so obliging as to partake.

MISS SUSAN (_taking the bowl_). I thank you, Mary.

PHOEBE (_ashamed_). Susan, we ought not----

MISS SUSAN (_shameless_). I will take it to her while it is still warm.

(_She goes into the bedroom_. MISS WILLOUGHBY _gazes at_ MISS PHOEBE,
_who cer