The approach of Death had made Magnolia amazingly garrulous. She said more to them that morning than she had said to them all the rest of the time she had been in their service ... and mixed up with her reminiscences of what Mrs. Clutters had said to her and what she had said to Mrs. Clutters, there was a continual statement of her fear and dislike of death, followed by the assertion that no one 'ad ever died in a house she'd worked in before. "You'd think she was blaming us for it," Gilbert said afterwards. "Well, you'd better go and ask her to tell you where her husband lives," Henry said to her, but she shrunk away from him when he said that. "Oh, I couldn't go near no one what was dyin'," she said. "I ain't used to it, an' I don't like it!" Ninian shoved her aside. "I'll go," he said. "We'd better get some one to look after her," Gilbert proposed when Ninian had gone. "Magnolia's no damn good!..." "No, sir, I ain't ... not with dead people I ain't!" "Clear out, Magnolia!" Gilbert shouted at her. "Go and make the beds or sit in the kitchen or something!" "Yes, sir, certainly, sir!" Magnolia answered, and then she left the room. "I've never felt such a helpless ass in my life before," Gilbert went on when she had shut the door behind her. "I simply don't know what to do!" "We can't do anything," Henry murmured. "Dunroon said he'd come in again in a short while. Perhaps if we were to get a nurse or somebody. There's sure to be a Nurses' Home near to. Can't we ring up somebody?" He got hold of the telephone book and began to turn over the pages rapidly. "What are you looking for?" Gilbert asked. "Nursing Homes," he answered. "That's no good. Let's send round to Dunroon's!..." "He won't be there!" "Some one'll be there. We'll ring 'em up!..." Dr. Dunroon's secretary was there, and she knew exactly what to do. "Oh, very well," she said in a voice so calm that Gilbert felt reassured. "I'll send some one round as soon as possible!" Ninian came down the stairs before they had finished telephoning to Dr. Dunroon's secretary. "I'm going to fetch her husband," he whispered to Henry, and then he left them. 4 "Let's go out," Gilbert said suddenly to Henry. The nurse had arrived, and was busy in attendance on Mrs. Clutters. Magnolia, full of the antagonism which servants instinctively feel towards nurses, was maintaining a grievance in the kitchen. "Givin' 'er orders, as if she was some one!" she was mumbling to herself. "Too bossy, she is!..." "It's no good trying to do any work to-day," Gilbert went on. "I ... I couldn't make up things with her ... up there!" They told Magnolia that they would have their meals out, and that she need not trouble to cook anything for them, and they sent for the nurse and explained their circumstances to her. "That's all right," she said cheerfully, "I'll look after myself!"