"Your father will be hanged yet," said Flossy, turning away restlessly. It was her only answer to the girl's courageous words.
CHAPTER XLI.
A little bustle was heard outside the door; and then the doctor came in. He was a middle-aged man, tall, spare, thoughtful-looking, a little abrupt in manner, but with a kindly face. He had not advanced two steps into the room before he stopped short, held up his hand, and said—
"Hallo—what's that?"
It was the patient's voice again uplifted in snatches of delirious talk.
"Cynthia!" they distinctly heard him calling. "Where's Cynthia? Tell Cynthia that she must come!"
"And why are you not there?" said Doctor Middlemass, darting his finger in Cynthia's direction. "Why don't you go to him at once? It's madness to let him cry out like that!"
Cynthia's look was piteous; but for the moment she did not move.
"Would it not be better for a qualified nurse to be obtained for my brother?" said Mrs. Vane. "This young—lady"—a perceptible pause occurred before the word—"has had no experience in nursing; and it is surely not necessary——"