“Now you must have another lozenge to put you to sleep. Take this little one, and compose yourself to rest, and when you awake I will see you again.”
And thus having ministered to the mental and physical necessities of the sufferer, this good physician of the soul and body took his leave of the patient.
Beckoning Mrs. Barton outside the door, he enjoined her to keep everything quiet in and about the cell, as the reason, and even life of the prisoner depended upon her getting an undisturbed rest.
Then he went down to the lower hall, where his approach was anxiously watched for by Malcolm Montrose, who hastened out of the ward-room, eagerly inquiring:
“How is your patient, Doctor? Can I be permitted to see her?”
“She is better, and is composing herself to sleep, but you cannot see her, as she must not be disturbed to-day,” answered the physician, kindly.
“And there will be but one more meeting between us—the parting interview of to-morrow,” exclaimed Malcolm, in the extremity of mental anguish, as he left the prison.
He was seized with a burning anxiety to see Annella Wilder, but did not know where to find, or how to communicate with that eccentric girl. He therefore passed the remainder of the day in making the promised arrangements for the almost inconceivable possibility of Eudora’s escape.
CHAPTER XXIX.
PREPARATION FOR DEATH.
What hears she?—a slight sound—