“Don’t close out all the sun,” said her father; “I like it,—it is an old friend. After all, I don’t think I’ll sleep; let me lie here and look at you all awhile. Louis, my boy, must you go?”
“Oh, no,” he replied, turning back from the door and gliding into a chair.
“Thank you; and now don’t think of me. Go on talking; it will be a foretaste of something better to lie here and listen. Esther, are you cold? I felt a shudder go through your hand, love. Ruth, give your mother a shawl; don’t forget that sometimes some one should see that your mother is not cold. Just talk, will you?”
So they talked,—that is, the men did. Their grave, deep voices and the heavily breathing of the invalid were the only sounds in the room. Finally, as the twilight stole in, it was quite still. Levice had dropped into a sort of stupor. Kemp arose then.
“I shall be back presently,” he said, addressing Mrs. Levice, who started perceptibly as he spoke. “I have some few directions to give to my man that I entirely forgot.”
“Could not we send some one? You must not stay away now.”
“I shall return immediately. Mr. Levice does not need me while he sleeps, and these instructions are important. Don’t stir, Arnold; I know my way out.”
Nevertheless Arnold accompanied him to the door. Ruth gave little heed to their movements. Her agitated heart had grasped the fact that the lines upon her father’s face had grown weaker and paler, his breathing shorter and more rasping; when she passed him and touched his hand, it seemed cold and lifeless.
At nine the doctor came in again; the only appreciable difference in his going or coming was that no one rose or made any formal remarks. He went up to the bed and placed his hand on the sleeping head. Mrs. Levice moved her chair slightly as he seated himself on the edge of the bed and took Levice’s hand. Ruth, watching him with wide, distended eyes, thought he would never drop it. Her senses, sharpened by suffering, read every change on his face. As he withdrew his hand, she gave one long, involuntary moan. He turned quickly to her.
“What is it?” he asked, his grave eyes scanning her anxiously.