“Supposing I get her some nice hot soup?” whispered Mrs. Royce, and, at a nod from Lexy, she was off again. Caroline reached out and caught Lexy’s hand. “Oh, Lexy, Lexy!” she said. “Can you ever forgive me?” “No!” her friend replied cheerfully. “Never! But don’t bother now. You can tell me later, when you feel better.” “I’ll never, never feel better till I’ve told you! Oh, Lexy, I knew yesterday, and I didn’t tell you! Oh, Lexy, Lexy, I don’t understand! I want to tell you! I want you to help me!” A flush had come into her cheeks. She was growing painfully excited. She tried to sit up, but Lexy firmly prevented that. “Lie down, darling!” she said. “We’ll get a doctor.” “No! No! I’m not ill—not ill, Lexy, only tired. Oh, you don’t know! You won’t let _him_ come here, Lexy?” “I promise you he’ll never trouble you again,” replied Lexy quietly. She saw Captain Grey standing in the doorway, behind the head of the bed. She glanced at him, and then at Caroline again. Let him stay! Whatever had happened, he ought to know. “I don’t understand,” said Caroline, clinging fast to Lexy’s hand. “I want to tell you—all of it. You know, Lexy, I did a horrible, wretched thing. I said I’d marry a man. I promised to meet him here in Wyngate, because it was near to dear Miss Craigie’s. I didn’t tell you, but it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you, Lexy—truly it wasn’t! It was only because I knew mother would be so angry with you. I told him I’d take the train that got here at eleven o’clock that night; but after I’d left the house, I got frightened. I’d never gone out alone before. I couldn’t bear it. If I hadn’t promised him, I’d have gone home again. I _wanted_ to go home. I was sorry I’d promised.” “Don’t try to go on now, dear!” “I must! So I took a taxi. I thought I’d get here as soon as the train, but when it was eleven o’clock we were still miles away. I thought perhaps Charles wouldn’t wait, and there’d be nobody in Wyngate, and I didn’t dare go home again; so I kept begging the driver to go faster. Oh, Lexy, it was all my fault! He did go—terribly fast. It was wonderful to be alone, and rushing along like that; and then I think he ran into a telegraph pole, turning a corner. There was a crash, and I didn’t know anything more for—I don’t know how long it’s been.” “Soup!” whispered Mrs. Royce, but Caroline was too intent upon her confession to stop. Lexy took the broth and set it on the table. “I don’t know how long it was,” Caroline went on. “It must have been days, or perhaps weeks. Sometimes I seemed to knew, in a sort of dream. Oh, it was horrible! Oh, Lexy, I can’t explain! I didn’t really know anything, only that sometimes my mind seemed to be struggling—” “Take some of this soup,” said Lexy. “You’ve _got_ to, Caroline, or I won’t listen.” Obediently Caroline allowed herself to be fed. She took fully half of that excellent soup, and it did her good.