Barbara shuddered as she looked at her. Was it possible that a woman like that had attended the sweet little child during his last hours? The girl found herself shivering from head to foot.
“Tell me how this happened, nurse,” said Tarbot in a gentle voice.
“As you know, doctor,” said the nurse, “the child has been subject to bad fainting fits.”
Tarbot nodded.
“The stimulants had a certain effect on the heart,” continued Nurse Ives, “but the improvement always passed away quickly. Notwithstanding the large amount of nourishment he took, the boy was thoroughly exhausted. Miss Evershed came up on the landing and I went to speak to her. The boy heard her voice and got into a state of excitement, too much for him in his feeble state. I did not dare to allow her to come in. When he found I would not admit her he began to cry, and I was just repenting of my own determination, when to my great relief Mr. Pelham came into the room. When he saw the child he put his arms round him and raised him slightly on his pillow.
“‘You must not move him too much,’ I said; ‘in the state of his heart the least exertion is bad.’”
“Bad!” exclaimed Tarbot. “In the condition the child was in, the slightest movement might have proved fatal.”
Pelham’s face, already white, now looked ghastly. He ceased to touch little Piers’s curls. With his arms flung at his sides, he turned and faced the doctor.
“May I continue the story?” he asked abruptly.
“Certainly,” said Tarbot, turning and facing him.