"Oh, sir!" cried Molly, "oh, please tell me——"
"Tell you what, my dear?" said the doctor kindly.
"Is she—is she dead?" said Molly.
"Dead? Not a bit of it," said the doctor. "I am glad to tell you that my patient is better this morning. Oh, my dear child, what is the matter? Pray don't make any noise outside this door."
For Molly had burst into such a choking fit of sobs that her self-control was in danger of giving way.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CONSECRATED.
