"Not now."
"Will he ever recover?"
"I hope so. Oh, please God, I trust so! Dr. Anstruther said there was no reason why he should not."
"And you—you think so too?" with a touching appeal.
"Yes, I do think so"
Dr. Grey seemed relieved. In a kind of helpless, childlike way, he stood behind her and watched all she did for the child, who waked thirsty, and cried and moaned, but by-and—by was soothed to sleep again.
His father shuddered as he gazed upon him.
"He looks as if he were dead—my poor boy!"
"You must not look at him, You must go to bed," said Christian, with a gentle authority.
"Presently. And you—are you not afraid to sit up here alone?"