They gazed fixedly at each other. Of the two, the man of law was the more affected. Before either could speak again they heard Betsy’s agonized cry:
“Oh, for God’s sake, miss, don’t tell me I may not be with him always! I’ve done my best; I have, indeed. I’ll give neither him nor you any trouble. Don’t keep me away from him now, or I’ll go mad!”
The lawyer, wondering what new frenzy possessed the woman who had struck down his friend, opened the door. He was confronted by a hospital nurse sent by Dr. MacGregor. She looked like a strong-minded person and was probably a stickler for the etiquette of the sick room. He took in the situation at a glance.
“There need be no difficulty, nurse, where Miss Thwaites is concerned,” he said. “She is to be married to Mr. Pickering to-morrow, and as he has only a few days to live they should see as much of each other as possible. Any other arrangement would irritate your patient greatly, and be quite contrary to Dr. MacGregor’s wishes, I am sure.”
The nurse bowed, and Betsy sobbed as the secret that was no secret to her was revealed. None of the three realized that several men standing in the hall beneath, whose talk had been silenced by Betsy’s frenzied exclamation, must have heard every word the lawyer uttered.
CHAPTER XI
FOR ONE, THE NIGHT; FOR ANOTHER,
THE DAWN
So Elmsdale was given another thrill, and a lasting one. The Feast was ruined. Not a man or a woman had heart for enjoyment. If a child sought a penny, it was chided sharply and asked what it meant by gadding about “when poor George Pickerin’ an’ that lass of his were in such trouble.”