"I must go," says Lilian, rising: the door is open, and all that goes on within the chamber can be distinctly heard in the corridor outside. "Now try to sleep, will you not? and don't worry, and don't even think if you can help it."
"Must you go?" wistfully.
"I fear I must."
"You will come again to-morrow, very early?"
"I will come to-morrow, certainly, as early as I can. Good-night."
"Good-night."
Closing the door softly behind her, she advances into the corridor, where she still finds Guy and Dr. Bland conversing earnestly. Perhaps they have been waiting for her coming.
"So you have persuaded him to go to sleep?" asks the doctor, beaming kindly upon "pretty Miss Chesney," that being the title given to her long ago by the country generally.
"Yes. I think he will sleep now," Lilian answers. "He looks very white, poor, poor fellow, but not so badly as I expected."
"I suppose your presence did him good. Well, I will take a last look at him before leaving," moving toward the closed door.