“It must be as you please, sir.”
“Then I will risk it,” said the doctor.
He went back to Evelyn, and said a few words to her.
“You must wash your face,” he said, “and tidy yourself; and you must have a good meal.”
Evelyn shook her head.
“If you do not do exactly what I tell you I cannot help you.”
“Very well; I will eat and eat until you tell me to stop,” she answered.
“Go, and be quick, then,” said the doctor, “for we are arranging things for the night.”
So Evelyn went, and returned in a few minutes; then the doctor took her hand and led her into the sickroom, and she sat by the side of the patient.
The room was very still—not a sound, not a movement. The sick man slept; Evelyn, with her eyes wide open, sat, not daring to move a finger.