“Rather a sense of relief, perhaps?”
“Yes; I feel lighter and better.”
The examination was concluded.
Dr. Staines looked at Rosa, and then at her father. The agony in that aged face, and the love that agony implied, won him, and it was to the parent he turned to give his verdict.
“The hemorrhage is from the lungs”—
Lusignan interrupted him: “From the lungs!” cried he, in dismay.
“Yes; a slight congestion of the lungs.”
“But not incurable! Oh, not incurable, doctor!”
“Heaven forbid! It is curable—easily—by removing the cause.”
“And what is the cause?”