"Look!" Emma whispered; "she moved, when you said the word Frank."
The Doctor leaned forward and took Emma's hand.
"If we can rouse her enough to make her speak, she will be saved. When did she take that powder?"
"I fear she took it this morning, shortly after—after nine o'clock; but she did not begin to grow seriously ill till an hour ago, when she suddenly threw up her arms and shrieked."
"And didn't you know; didn't you suspect——"
"No, for she said nothing. She only looked haggard and clung to me; clung as if she could not bear to have me move an inch away from her side."
"And how long has she been unconscious and in that clammy, cold sweat?"
"A little while; just before we sent for you. I—I hated to disturb you at first, but life is everything, and——"
He gave her one deep, reassuring look.
"Emma," he softly murmured, "if we save your sister, four hearts shall be happy. See if you can make her stir. Tell her that Frank is here, and wants to see her."