“No! He tried to kill himself!”
“Mercy!”
“He cut his wrist with a knife, and said he was going to bleed to death——”
“Send for a doctor quickly!”
“No! Then he’d be put in prison. It’s against the law.” They both stared helplessly at the silent man.
“We ought to tie it up,” said Miss Waters.
“I did. I don’t think it’s bleeding any more. But I’m afraid it was too late. He wouldn’t let me touch it at first. Oh, Miss Waters! Is he dying?”
Miss Waters couldn’t help thinking so; anyone who lay quiet with closed eyes and a face as white as that was presumably dying.
“I think you ought to get a doctor,” she said. “You might be accused of murdering him.”
“I can’t help it,” said Rosaleen. “I told him I wouldn’t.”