Clara Knox opened her eyes and looked around at the familiar surroundings, and at Aunt Lewis's smiling face,
"What time is it?"
she asked.
"It's one-thirty in the afternoon. You've been asleep for over three hours."
Aunt Lewis brought her a cup of warm water.
Clara's mind raced, recalling that she had been carried back here by him. She looked around and felt relieved not to see Edward Harper.
Aunt Lewis smiled, "Director Harper had to leave for work and told me to help cool you down with a damp cloth. Let's check your temperature first. If you're not feverish, we won't need to do it."
Clara felt much better, and she judged that her fever must have broken. What bothered her now was the sweat covering her body, with her clothes sticking to her skin.
She threw back the blanket and saw she was wearing a nightgown, her face turning red as she distinctly remembered not changing before she fell asleep.
Aunt Lewis had no clue what she was thinking at this moment,