'I'd like to see him, Dorcas.'
'Sit here a little and rest, dear. The doctor will make his visit immediately, and then we can ask him. He's a good-natured little creature—poor old Buddle—and I am certain if it can safely be, he won't prevent it.'
'Where is he, darling—where is Stanley?'
So Dorcas described as well as she could.
'Oh, poor Stanley. Oh, Stanley—poor Stanley,' gasped Rachel, with white lips. 'You have no idea, Dorcas—no one can—how terrific it is. Oh, poor Stanley—poor Stanley.'
'Drink this water, darling; you must not be so excited.'
'Dorcas, say what the doctor may, see him I must.'
'There is time to think of that, darling.'
'Has he spoken to anyone?'
'Very little, I believe. He whispers a few words now and then—that is all.'