"But, Doctor—"
"Yes, I know; and I am trying to choose between two evils. You are recovering from a dangerous illness, and are not fit for any excitement. On the other hand, it is possible that the worry of mind, while waiting for strength, will do you equal harm; so I will make a compromise. Your pulse is pretty steady. You may have as many papers as you please brought here, where Miss Annie can help you search, if you will promise to stop at once if you feel tired, take one of those sweet-tasting pills, and go to bed."
"Thank you, Doctor. I promise. Will you please ring the bell?"
He laughed as he complied. Then saying, "I wish you great success," left the room.
In ten minutes Marion was dressed and seated in an old-fashioned armchair, while within her reach was a drawer of papers, pamphlets, etc., etc. Annie Leman sat on a cricket near by, while James was bringing drawers and boxes from the storeroom.
Having explained what she wanted to find, the work proceeded in silence, occasional sighs from Marion being the only interruption. In less than two hours every paper had been handled and thrown back.
"Are you sure, James, that you have brought all?" The tone was sharp and decided.
"Yes, miss. Mrs. Mitchell came to the attic and told me which to take, and she says there are no more in the house."
"Take them all away, again."
She sank back and covered her face with her hands, but starting presently, she said,—