'Nothing to Chelford—nothing particular, I mean?'
'No—nothing—at least that I have heard of.'
'Did he wish to see no one?'
'No one, dear.'
'Not poor William Wylder?'
'No, dear. I don't suppose he cares more for a clergyman than for any other man; none of his family ever did, when they came to lie on a bed of sickness, or of death either.'
'No, no,' said Rachel, wildly; 'I did not mean to pray. I was not thinking of that; but William Wylder was different; and he did not mention me either?'
Dorcas shook her head.
'I knew it,' continued Rachel, with a kind of shudder. 'And tell me,
Dorcas, does he know that he is in danger—such imminent danger?'
'That I cannot say, Rachel, dear. I don't believe doctors like to tell their patients so.'