“You are not deceiving me?”
“Deceiving you?” said the doctor reproachfully.
“Can I do anything, ma’am?” said Woodham, softly entering the room.
“No, I think; nothing,” said the doctor thoughtfully. “I am very glad I had not gone.”
“Then you think—there is danger?”
“Danger? No, no, my dear child. There, let him rest. Miss Dillon, will you draw back that lamp and replace the shade? That’s it. Better let him sleep it off quietly.”
Woodham quickly raised the lamp and set it down in its old place, while Mary carefully put on the shade, with the effect that the room was once more gloomy of aspect, save where the bright light was condensed upon the table.
As soon as this was done, Claude looked appealingly in the doctor’s face, her eyes seeming to ask—What next?
The question was so plainly expressed that Asher said, with a smile—
“What next? Oh, we must let him sleep it off. I don’t suppose that he will be very long before he wakes.”