"I fear he is in GREAT danger. If only the doctor would come!"
"You wouldn't mind my sitting in the kitchen till he does?" whispered Mercy, her voice all but gone.
"I could not allow it. I will not connive at your coming here without the knowledge of your parents! It is not at all a proper thing for a young lady to do!"
"Then I will wait outside!" said Mercy, her quick temper waking in spite of her anxiety: she had anticipated coldness, but not treatment like this! "There is one, I think, Mrs. Macruadh," she added, "who will not find fault with me for it!"
"At least he will not tell you so for some time!"
The door had not been quite closed, and it opened noiselessly.
"She does not mean me, mother," said Alister; "she means Jesus
Christ. He would say to you, LET HER ALONE. He does not care for
Society. Its ways are not his ways, nor its laws his laws. Come in,
Mercy. I am sorry my mother's trouble about me should have made her
inhospitable to you!"
"I cannot come in, Alister, if she will not let me!" answered Mercy.
"Pray walk in!" said Mrs. Macruadh.
She would have passed Mercy, going toward the kitchen, but the
TRANCE was narrow, and Mercy did not move.