"Why, you want some sal volatile; you are quite unstrung," said Cecil.
"But oh, do tell me what news!"
"Well, they are going to perform the operation."
"Oh, isn't it over yet?"
"No; they are just going to begin."
"And have you been sent away?"
"Yes; I can do nothing further. Miss Leicester is there, and Miss Forester has come."
"Oh, I can't, can't stand it!" said Molly. "Suppose she wakes and screams—suppose it hurts her frightfully."
"No, it won't, they are going to give her chloroform. Molly, you must try and control yourself. It is selfish, too, to make a fuss just now."
"I know it is," said Molly; "but I have been alone so long, and I have got so fearfully nervous. I don't mind half so much now you are here. You will stay with me, won't you, Cecil?"