“Do not be afraid. It is only I.”
I was shaken hands with; and I apologised for having been so startled. Doctor Urquhart said, it was he who ought to apologise, but he had knocked and I did not answer, and he had walked in, being “anxious.” Then he spoke about other things, and I soon became myself, and sat listening, with my eyes closed, till, suddenly seeing him, I saw him looking at me.
“You have been worse to-day.”
“It was my bad day.”
“I wish I could see you really better.”
“Thank you.”
My eyes closed again—all things seemed dim and far off, as if my life were floating away, and I had no care to seize hold of it—easier to let it go.
“My patient does not do me much credit. When do you intend to honour me by recovering, Miss Theodora?”
“I don't know;—it does not much matter.” It wearied me to answer even him.
He rose, walked up and down the room, several times, and returned to his place.