"He found her struggling with Nan, to get to her sister. Some one seems to have told Nan to keep her away: and I suppose Nan was rough."
"Just like Nan."
"Wallace can't take his eyes off her. She does look so sweet, lying there, I hardly wonder at him."
"And Wallace is always gentle to anything weak. That's the best of him. I wish Nan were the same."
"She has been crying for an hour, because he was angry with her."
"Mother," after a pause, "it is a question whether the poor thing upstairs will get through the night."
"So bad as that?"
"The attack must have been coming on before she started. She might rally again; but it will be only for a time. She can never be well."
"Does she know?"
"I can't tell. I thought so, from some of her answers to the doctor's questions. But she hides her feelings so carefully—except when she begins to wander. It's a mercy I stopped their going on; she might never have reached Dr. Bryant's alive. And the poor child with her—"