“Take this ammonia up,” said Madison huskily, and sat down upon a lower step of the stairway with a jolt, closing his eyes.

“You sick, too?” asked Hedrick.

“No.  Run along with that ammonia.”

It seemed to Madison a long time that he sat there alone, and he felt very dizzy.  Once he tried to rise, but had to give it up and remain sitting with his eyes shut.  At last he heard Cora’s door open and close; and his wife and the doctor came slowly down the stairs, Mrs. Madison talking in the anxious yet relieved voice of one who leaves a sick-room wherein the physician pronounces progress encouraging.

“And you’re sure her heart trouble isn’t organic?” she asked.

“Her heart is all right,” her companion assured her.  “There’s nothing serious; the trouble is nervous.  I think you’ll find she’ll be better after a good sleep.  Just keep her quiet.  Hadn’t she been in a state of considerable excitement?”

“Ye-es—­she——­”

“Ah!  A little upset on account of opposition to a plan she’d formed, perhaps?”

“Well—­partly,” assented the mother.

“I see,” he returned, adding with some dryness:  “I thought it just possible.”

Madison got to his feet, and stepped down from the stairs for them to pass him.  He leaned heavily against the wall.

“You think she’s going to be all right, Sloane?” he asked with an effort.

“No cause to worry,” returned the physician.  “You can let her stay in bed to-day if she wants to but——­” He broke off, looking keenly at Madison’s face, which was the colour of poppies.  “Hello! what’s up with you?”

“I’m all—­right.”

“Oh, you are?” retorted Sloane with sarcasm.  “Sit down,” he commanded.  “Sit right where you are—­on the stairs, here,” and, having enforced the order, took a stethoscope from his pocket.  “Get him a glass of water,” he said to Hedrick, who was at his elbow.

“Doctor!” exclaimed Mrs. Madison. “He isn’t going to be sick, is he?  You don’t think he’s sick now?”

“I shouldn’t call him very well,” answered the physician rather grimly, placing his stethoscope upon Madison’s breast.  “Get his room ready for him.”  She gave him a piteous look, struck with fear; then obeyed a gesture and ran flutteringly up the stairs.

“I’m all right now,” panted Madison, drinking the water Hedrick brought him.

“You’re not so darned all right,” said Sloane coolly, as he pocketed his stethoscope.  “Come, let me help you up.  We’re going to get you to bed.”

There was an effort at protest, but the physician had his way, and the two ascended the stairs slowly, Sloane’s arm round his new patient.  At Cora’s door, the latter paused.

“What’s the matter?”

“I want,” said Madison thickly—­“I want—­to speak to Cora.”