"You thought it was from our Jessie," I answered, in the first impulse of my surprise.
"Yes, it was a foolish thought, I dare say,—but that was my idea."
"And have you learned whom it did come from?"
"No," answered the noble old lady. "He fainted, and it fell from his hand; but I laid it under his pillow without even looking at it; it might have wounded him, you know."
"And is he so much worse?"
"Oh, Miss Hyde, the fever has come back; he is wild again."
"And had you no way of guessing the cause?"
"I think it was something about Mr. Lawrence, for he called for him till the house rang with his cries, after the first dumb shock went off."
"Did Mr. Lawrence know of this?"
"He was away at the time; and after that your young friend's name was so wildly mingled up with it all, that I could not think it right to bring Mr. Lawrence to the room. It would have seemed like challenging his compassion."