“That’s right. Now, then, ladies, if you please, we must have utter silence till Mr Gartram wakes.”
Claude sighed, but she bowed her head, and turned to leave the room with Mary; but as she reached the door, she hurried back to where her father was seated, and bent over him to kiss his forehead.
“Must I go, doctor?” she whispered.
“Certainly,” he said quietly.
“But if he seems worse, you would have me called?”
“Directly.”
The two girls left the room, Claude beckoning to Sarah Woodham, who followed them out.
“You will make coffee for Doctor Asher.”
“Yes, ma’am, of course.”
“Go back and ask him when he would like it brought to him; and, Sarah, you will come and tell me how papa is. I shall not undress—only lie down.”