"You have sent for Mr. Granger, of course," said Lady Laura.
"No, not yet. I trust in God there may be no necessity; my darling will get well; I know he will! Dr. Ormond is to see him to-morrow."
"What, Clarissa! you have not sent for your husband, although you say that his boy is in danger?"
"If I let Mr. Granger know where I am, he will come and take my son away from me."
"Nonsense, Clary; he can't do that. It is very shameful of you to keep him in ignorance of the child's state." And as well as she could, amidst the rattling of the cab, Lady Laura tried to awaken Clarissa to a sense of the wrong she was doing. Jane Target stared in amazement on seeing her mistress return with these two ladies.
"O, ma'am, I've been, so frightened!" she exclaimed. "I couldn't think what was come of you."
Clarissa ran to the bed.
"He has been no worse?" she asked eagerly.
"No, ma'am. I do think, if there's any change, it is for the better."
"O thank God, thank God!" cried Clarissa hysterically, falling on her knees by the bed. "Death shall not rob me of him! Nobody shall take him from me!" And then, turning to Laura Armstrong, she said, "I need not send for my husband, you see; my darling will recover."