"Take the Doctor to the reception room. I will come there as soon as I have attended to Augustus, who is nervous and excited."
James dared not disobey his master, so he led the physician back, while William, with his children, went into his study. Augustus was so excited that his face flushed and his whole body trembled; his eyes flashed brilliantly.
"She did move, father,—I felt it. Make her move again. She is not so cold as she was. I want to see her eyes open, father."
"Yes, my son. Now remain quiet. What! You will not trust her to me?"
"I want to hold her."
"Do not hold her so tightly. I cannot work on her if you do. There; now you can rub her feet, while I do her spine."
"She moved again, father. I felt it. Make her open her eyes."
"No, my boy, we will be content if she sleeps, like her mother. She is becoming less rigid. Rub them vigorously. There. Her eyes opened just as her lungs did. We cannot feed her. What shall we do?"
"I knew you would save her, father. I love to hear her cry. She shall have something to eat. Will you carry us back to mamma, now?"
Without comment, William took them up, and started back, happy that Clarissa would find her baby beside her, warm and living, when she woke. Just before they reached her room, Augustus spoke: