“Come, dear,” and Caroline led her away, and put her into her father’s chair.
“Poor Daddy—poor Daddy.”
“He will be all right in a few moments,” the older woman said feebly. But Helen was not attending to her. Caroline stood looking pitifully at the shaken girl, and then turned away sadly. The disorder of the table caught her eye. Not thinking, not caring now, but obeying the habit of her lifetime, she took up the volume of “David Copperfield,” and carried it to the bookcase. As she replaced it on its shelf Latham came in. He went to Helen and laid his hand on her shoulder.
“Daddy?”
The physician met her eyes pityingly. He had no healing—for her.
With a shudder the girl rose and turned to the hall.
“Helen,” Mrs. Leavitt pled.
“He would want me near him,” the girl said quite calmly. And the physician neither stayed nor followed her; and he motioned Mrs. Leavitt to do neither.
CHAPTER XVIII
Three days later they laid him down by his wife.