Betty went to Harold, and stayed with him a long time.
Meanwhile the doctors consulted together in fearful earnestness.
When she finally heard them leave the house, she went softly to Alma's room.
George was leaning over Alma, gazing at her with a countenance so full of sorrowing, that Betty guessed the decision.
He looked up at her as she entered.
"We agree there is no hope," he said with that stern gravity she understood now.
"You can do nothing?" she asked quickly.
"Absolutely nothing. It is just a question of time. Her heart is very weak."
Betty approached him and laid one hand upon his arm pleadingly.
"O, Dr. Cadman," she said earnestly,—and he thought he had never seen her so radiantly beautiful before—"You can do nothing, you say,—but with God all things are possible!"