He saw my mother, and told us what to do.
Bettina stayed with her, while I came down with Mr. Annan to hear his verdict.
As we stood in the lower hall, I looked up to find his eyes on me—eyes suddenly so gentle that terror fell on me afresh.
"You don't think she is going to die?"
"Good nursing," he said, "will make a difference. One must always hope——"
"Oh, you must save us!" I said incoherently; and then corrected: "My mother!..."
He seemed to accept the charge. He would come back early in the morning.
I never found the bridge between that passion of dread about my mother's life—and the strange new passion that took possession of me, body and soul.