“Oh! she is no more!”
“She is still breathing, sir; but I fear she will not outlive this day, for she is worn out. She can hardly open her eyes, and her pulse is scarcely to be felt.”
A weight was taken off me; I was instinctively certain that my darling was saved.
“Laura,” I said, “this is not bad news; provided the flooding has ceased entirely, all that is necessary is to give her some light food.”
“A physician has been sent for. He will prescribe whatever is right, but to tell you the truth I have not much hope.”
“Only give me the assurance that she is still alive.”
“Yes, she is, I assure you; but you understand very well that she will not tell the truth to the doctor, and God knows what he will order. I whispered to her not to take anything, and she understood me.”
“You are the best of women. Yes, if she does not die from weakness before to-morrow, she is saved; nature and love will have been her doctors.”
“May God hear you! I shall be back by twelve.”
“Why not before?”