"Mamma is asleep," said Amy; "she has been asleep very long, and I slept a little; but such a strange sound wakened me."
"Nonsense, child," said Mr Harrington; "are you sure it was not in your dreams? What did you hear?"
"I don't know," replied Amy; "only it was so strange, and there is no music now, and there is a carriage at the door."
"Why, you foolish child," said Mr Harrington, "you are dreaming still.
It is time for every one to go."
"Is there really nothing?" inquired Amy; and her very existence seemed to depend upon the answer she received.
"What should there be?" said Mr Harrington. "Do you think your mamma could see Dr Bailey again?"
"Again!" repeated Amy: "oh! then, she must be very ill."
"No, no," exclaimed Mr Harrington, "not ill; only he might as well see her."
"But is he here?" asked Amy.
Mr Harrington did not answer; but he left the room, and immediately returned, followed by another gentleman. Amy looked at him as he entered, and for the first moment believed that he was a perfect stranger; but, as he stood quietly in the door-way, with the light of the lamp falling full on his face, she became conscious that every feature was familiar to her. Again she looked, and then she doubted; she seemed to know well the high forehead, the dark eye, and the grave mouth; but the sallow complexion, the deep wrinkles, and the look of age, completely bewildered her.