CHAPTER x. — A TERMINATION.
Dr Lyster and Delvile met them at the entrance into the house. Extremely alarmed lest Cecilia had received any disturbance, they both hastened up stairs, but Delvile proceeded only to the door. He stopt there and listened; but all was silent; the prayers of Albany had struck an awe into every one; and Dr Lyster soon returned to tell him there was no alteration in his patient.
“And he has not disturbed her?” cried Delvile.
“No, not at all.”
“I think, then,” said he, advancing, though trembling, “I will yet see her once more.”
“No, no, Mr Mortimer,” cried the doctor, “why should you give yourself so unnecessary a shock?”
“The shock,” answered he, “is over!—tell me, however, is there any chance I may hurt her?”
“I believe not; I do not think, just now, she will perceive you.”
“Well, then,—I may grieve, perhaps, hereafter, that once more—that one glance!”—He stopt, irresolute the doctor would again have dissuaded him, but, after a little hesitation, he assured him he was prepared for the worst, and forced himself into the room.