Salis uttered a cry of joy.
“Mr Delton is with your master,” he said.
Mrs Milt sighed.
“Let me go to him, sir, please.”
Salis signed to her to follow, and led the way to where North lay now as if asleep, with Mary’s hand held to his brow.
The old housekeeper stood for a few moments watching, and then drew back.
“No, sir,” she said; “I won’t disturb him. I haven’t seen him look like that for weeks.”
“And I will not disturb him,” said the old doctor. “Rest like that must be good.”
He followed Salis into the dining-room, where he sat down to read the communication North had written, and after studying it carefully for some time, he looked up to find the curate’s eyes fixed upon him intently.
“Well?”