“And in the meantime?”
“In the meantime we can quiet our consciences with the knowledge that we are doing what is right.”
“Fast asleep, dear,” said Mary, entering the room just then; and Claude directed an uneasy look at the doctor.
“Papa does not often sleep so long as this,” said Claude, after an uneasy interval.
“But it seemed a pity to disturb him,” replied Mary, and the doctor bent his head gravely. “He seemed to be so comfortable. Woodham was there when I went in. She had been shutting the window, as it was growing chilly.”
“Quite right,” said the doctor.
“She said she had been in before to remove the coffee cups; and I waited some time to see if he would wake, but, as he did not, I came away. That’s what is the matter with uncle.”
The doctor looked round sharply.
“Sleeping in the day time, and in the evenings. Why doesn’t he save it all up till night?”
They sat a few minutes longer, and then, unable to keep back the feeling of uneasiness which troubled her, Claude rose, excused herself, and left the drawing-room to see if her father was awake.