Mr. Kingston behaved most delicately, it was explained, and did not force himself upon her in her rides. She always went out with William. "Always," however, turned out to be only twice, and on both occasions the carriage had accompanied her with Mr. Kingston in it. Just before Christmas she refused to ride any more, and she behaved in the most rude and ill-bred manner to Mr. Kingston. On Christmas Day she was _very_ aggravating--in what way did not appear--and Mrs. Hardy had to "speak" to her; and the result was that she flew into a violent passion, and then had a fit of hysterics, and then fainted dead away, and did not come round for nearly five minutes. "I don't recognise Rachel in any of those performances," remarked Mrs. Reade. "Why did you not send for me then, mother?" "Because I thought it was nothing but a temporary attack. The weather was sultry--she was full of whims and fancies. What could you have done if you had come? And she was better again next day." "Well?" "Well, then, when I was doing all I could to nurse and take care of her, she went out of a warm room one night, and rambled about the garden or somewhere in a heavy dew, and got her feet wet. Wasn't it _too_ bad? I could have _shaken_ her when I saw her come in, with a face as white as ashes, and chilled to her very bones!" "She caught cold, I suppose?" "Of course she did. And then she had a touch of fever--what else was to be expected? Her pulse was very high, and she was excited, and inclined to be delirious--indeed, we had as much as we could do to manage her. It did not last long, and it was really nothing but the consequences of her imprudence, the doctor said--and there was a little low kind of fever going about just now--and he did not think her constitution was very strong. He says she will soon be all right, with care; and indeed, the fever is quite allayed since I wrote to you, and any little danger that there might have been is over. But she keeps low. She doesn't seem to gain strength--and no wonder, considering we can't get her to eat anything. I am glad you have come back; perhaps you will have more influence with her than I have." "I suppose I may go up?" Mrs. Reade inquired, after a pause. Her mother gave her permission readily; it was a great surprise and relief to her to find herself spared the searching cross-examination which she had rather uneasily looked forward to. "You had better put on your bonnet and have a drive," the young lady proceeded, pausing with her hand on the door. "It will do you good, after being in the house so much. I don't want the horses taken out, and they will only scratch holes in the gravel if they stand here doing nothing. I am not going away till dinner time." "Thank you, my dear, I think I will," said Mrs. Hardy. Mrs. Reade went upstairs to Rachel's room, and without knocking, opened the door softly.