“Got rid of him,” muttered the doctor.—“Now for the old maid,” who, by the way, has behaved like a trump.
“I don’t think you need stay, Miss Raleigh,” he whispered. “You must be very tired now.”
“Yes, Doctor Scales,” she said quietly; “but I will not go to bed. You may want a little help in the night.”
“I shall not leave my husband’s side,” said Lady Scarlett firmly.—“Oh, Doctor Scales, pray, pray, tell me the truth; keep nothing back. Is there any danger?”
“Upon my word, as a man, Lady Scarlett, there is none.”
“You are not deceiving me?”
“Indeed, no. Here is the case for yourself: he has been nearly drowned.”
“Yes, yes,” sobbed Lady Scarlett.
“Well, he has his breathing apparatus in order again, and is fast asleep. There is no disease.”
“No; I understand that,” said Lady Scarlett excitedly; “but—a relapse?”