"She must! For Nigel's sake! It will kill him if she dies! Yes, I am going! Make Nigel rest, please. Will you see Ethel again to-night?"
"Yes; and I shall look in again to see how you are, afterwards. Go straight to bed now. Daisy is waiting for you."
"Thanks. Good-bye," said Fulvia. She passed out of the room, without even a glance towards Nigel.
His eyes and Dr. Duncan's met, each questioning the other; while Fulvia dragged herself upstairs.
[CHAPTER XXX]
NOT I, BUT THOU
"Be satisfied that, in order to accomplish all that God would have done there is in one sense but very little to do . . . It is simply a question of yielding up our will; of going cheerfully from day to day whithersoever God may lead us."—FÉNÉLON.
"Thou who canst love us, though Thou read us true."—Christian Year.
SEVEN long weeks had run their course since the day when Fulvia and Ethel fell into the river. Much may happen in seven weeks! And it seemed to Fulvia that much had happened, all within the four walls of her own room, which for six weeks she never left. But more had taken place than she yet knew.
She had been very ill—so ill as to lie at death's door. The shock, the fright, the chill, the exposure in wet clothes—these, preceded and accompanied by great agitation, would have been enough to break anybody down. Even Fulvia's vigorous constitution was not proof against so severe a strain.
That constitution stood her in good stead, however, when the tide turned and she began to recover. Her improvement was steady, with few drawbacks.