“And Pani Emilia?”
“She could not sit up. She said that it was a wonder to her, but she must sleep.”
“I know why: the doctor hypnotized her, and he did well. The little girl is indeed better.”
Marynia gazed into his eyes; but he repeated,—
“She is really better—if the attack will not return, and there is hope that it will not.”
“Ah! praise be to God! But go now and drink tea.”
He preferred, however, to whisper to her near by and confidentially, so he said,—
“I will, I will; but later. Let us arrange meanwhile so that you may rest. I have heard that your father is ill. Of course you have been watching over him.”
“Father is well now, and I wish to take Emilia’s place absolutely. She told me that the servants had not slept either all last night, for the child’s condition was alarming before the attack. It is needful now that some one be on the watch always. I should wish, therefore, so to arrange that we—that is, I, you, and Emilka—should follow in turn.”
“Very well; but to-day I will remain. If not here, I shall be at call in the next chamber. When did you hear of the attack?”