“I am glad you have come, doctor,” she whispered; “she is very restless.”
Then the doctor went into the room and approached the bedside, and the moment Kathleen saw him she said, in a faint, low voice, which Webster heard:
“Have you brought him?”
“Yes,” answered the doctor, gently; “he is here. Mr. Webster, will you come and speak to Miss Weir?”
Upon this Webster, with faltering footsteps, also approached the bed, where, swathed and bandaged, lay the once lovely form of Kathleen Weir!
“Send everyone away, doctor,” continued Kathleen, in the same faint, low tone; “I wish to speak to Mr. Webster alone.”
The doctor and the nurse at once left the room, and then Kathleen spoke to Webster.
“Well, this is a great change,” she said.
Webster was deeply agitated, and his voice broke and faltered as he strove to express his regret and sorrow.
“It came so suddenly,” continued Kathleen; “like a bad dream—only there was no waking from it.”