"The moment the doctor says she may leave the house, she can go—but not before."
"Oh, it's only another lie," he cried, passionately; and raising his voice he called loudly: "Gareth, Gareth. I am waiting for you. I, Gustav; Gareth, I say, Gareth."
"You may kill her," I murmured, wringing my hands.
As if gloating over my trouble, he sneered: "You act well; but we'll see;" and he called again loudly: "Gareth, Gareth, come to me."
I caught the sound of her footsteps above. The door of her room opened and she answered: "I am coming, Gustav;" and a moment later she came down the stairs and threw herself into his arms.
"She told me you were too ill to come to me, but I knew it was false. You feel well enough to come away with me?"
"Yes, of course, if you wish it. I must go with him, Christabel; he is my husband," she cried, wistfully. "He called me."
The General saw her condition as plainly as I.
"She is more fit to be in bed than to leave here," he said.
"Do you suppose I cannot take care of my own wife, sir?" cried Gustav, fiercely. "Get your hat, Gareth."