"Yes—there is hope," repeated the surgeon solemnly.
"May heaven be thanked for that assurance on your part," said Ellen, fervently.
The rector contemplated her with an admiration which he could not restrain; and, in spite of himself, the thought flashed across his mind, how far more lovely was Miss Ellen Monroe than Lady Cecilia Harborough!
Then, indignant with himself for having allowed the comparison to force itself upon his attention, he rose to take his departure.
The invalid had just sunk into a deep slumber; and Mr. Wentworth intimated his intention of passing the night by his side.
"I will call again to-morrow morning," said Reginald, addressing Miss Monroe; "for I perceive that this gentleman is not without hopes."
"Thank you—thank you, sir, for your kindness," answered Ellen with grateful enthusiasm. "Your presence seems to have brought a blessing into this sick-room."
She extended her hand towards him, and he pressed it for a moment in his.
His whole frame seemed electrified with a sudden glow; and he hurried somewhat abruptly from the room.
When he reached his own abode once more, he felt a profound melancholy steal into his soul; for he seemed more lonely, and more solitary than he ever yet had been.