He entered a room which was lit by a cheap, common lamp, and which threw a sickly light upon the bed. A girl lay there who must have been extremely beautiful when in health; even although the hand of death was upon her now, she gave evidence of that beauty. Her eyes were coal-black, her face was a perfect oval, and every feature was striking and handsome. Her hair was raven-black and lay in great waving tresses upon the pillow.
When the doctor entered, she looked towards him eagerly.
"Mother," she said, "go out!" for her mother sat by the bedside.
"Why mun I go, Emily?"
"I want to tell th' doctor something," she said.
"And why may I not hear it? I suppose I can guess, can't I?"
The woman spoke angrily even then.
"Don't thee be white-livered, Emily, or say owt for which you'll be sorry afterwards."
The doctor noted the look on the girl's face. Even then there was something strong and defiant about her. She had a Juno-like appearance which would have attracted notice anywhere, and her firm, square chin denoted a nature which could withstand almost any opposition.
"Go, mother," she said; and the woman sullenly left the room.