“I understand,” she said. “And now, Doctor, let me thank you for your kindness to me;” she held out both hands. “Will you let Ruth show you to a room, and will you breakfast with us when you have rested?”
“I thank you; it is impossible,” he replied, looking at his watch. “I shall hurry home now. Good-morning, Mrs. Levice. There may be small cause for anxiety; and, remember, the less excited you remain, the more you can help him.”
He turned from her.
“Ruth, will you see the doctor to the door?”
She followed him down the broad staircase, as in former days, but with a difference. Then he had waited for her to come abreast with him, and they had descended together, talking pleasantly. Now not a word was said till he had put on his heavy outer coat. As he laid his hand on the knob, Ruth spoke,—
“Is there anything I can do for my father, do you think?”
She started as he turned a tired, haggard face to hers.
“I can think of nothing but to have his bed in readiness and complete quiet about the house.”
“Yes; and—and do you think there is any danger?”
“No, no! at least, I hope not. I shall be able to tell better when I see him. Is there anything I can do for you?”