This I took to be an endearing name for his daughter.
His strength was soon exhausted, his eyes closed again, and I thought he was dead.
"No," said the surgeon, "he will rally at the end; it cannot be far off."
"An hour?"
"More likely two. He is a strong man, or he would have gone before this."
Borrowing a piece of paper from the owner of the house, I wrote a note to Rakoczy, requesting leave to stay with the baron, and sent it by a soldier. Then I sat down by the bedside to wait for the end.
CHAPTER XIII.
A VISIT FROM STEPHEN.
The surgeon, who could do nothing further, slipped out quietly, asking as he went if he should send any one to bear me company.
I shook my head, preferring to keep that solemn watch alone.