“Don’t be alarmed, my child,” said the doctor encouragingly; “there is nothing to fear.”
“But I am alarmed,” said Claude; “and I look forward with horror to the long night when I am alone with him.”
“You are going to sit up with him?”
“Of course.”
“Divide the night with your cousin.”
“Yes—but—”
“Well—what is it?”
“Oh, Doctor Asher, don’t leave him. Pray, pray, stay here.”
“But I have to go and see that poor fellow twice during the night.”
“I had forgotten him,” sighed Claude. “Couldn’t you stop here, and go and see him in the night?”