“Now, Dr. Paul Crawford,” said Mrs. Crawford to herself, with a cold smile, “you may die as soon as you please. Peter and I are provided for. Your father died when a year older than you are now, you tell me. It is hardly likely that you will live to a greater age than he.”
She called the next day on the family physician, and with apparent solicitude asked his opinion of Dr. Crawford’s health.
“He is all I have,” she said, pathetically, “all except my dear Peter. Tell me what you think of his chances of continued life.”
“Your husband,” replied the physician, “has one weak organ. It is his heart. He may live for fifteen or twenty years, but a sudden excitement might carry him off in a moment. The best thing you can do for him is to keep him tranquil and free from any sudden shock.”
Mrs. Crawford listened attentively.
“I will do my best,” she said, “since so much depends on it.”
When she returned home it was with a settled purpose in her heart.