"CROUCHED AGAINST THE FARTHER WALL, WITH WIDE-EXTENDED EYES FIXED FULL UPON US"
"Who is it?" I asked. "Miss Meredith?"
The doctor pressed my hand. "We must be careful," he whispered. "She seems on the verge of delirium."
"The child shows no fear," I murmured.
Meanwhile the doctor was approaching the new object of his care.
"Why choose so cold a place?" he asked, smiling on the young girl who still clung, as if fastened, to the wall against which she had drawn herself. "Claire will catch cold; had you not better come downstairs?"
With a start she looked down at the little one resting at her feet, and her eyes showed a sudden intelligence.
"How did she come here?" she asked. "I did not call her."