A kind doctor took the passive wrist. "No, Judge, he's not gone yet."
Ravenel and the physician assumed control. "Just consider him in my care, doctor, will you? Shall we take him to the hotel?"
Garnet supported Judge March's steps. "Cast your burden on the Lord, Brother March. Bear up—for Sister March's sake, as she would for yours!"
Near the top stairs of the Ladies' Entrance Ravenel met Fannie.
"I saw it all, Mr. Ravenel; he saved my father's life. I must have the care of him. You can get it arranged so, Mr. Ravenel. You can even manage his mother."
"I will," he said, with a light smile.
Election-day passed like a Sabbath. General Halliday returned, voted, and stayed undisturbed. His opponent, not Garnet this time, was overwhelmingly elected. On the following day Haggard was buried "with great éclat," as his newspaper described it. Concerning John, the doctor said:
"Judge March, your wife should go back home. There's no danger, and a sick-room to a person of her——"
"Ecstastic spirit—" said the Judge.
"Exactly—would be only——"