"Oh, don't, Zoe! you oughtn't to!" expostulated Ella, perceiving that her cousin was crying violently behind her veil. "I don't think Ned is very badly hurt. Didn't you hear Arthur say so?"
"He only expressed such a hope: he didn't say certainly," sobbed Zoe. "And when people are in danger, doctors always try to hide it from their friends."
"Arthur is perfectly truthful," asserted Ella, with some warmth. "He may keep his opinions to himself at times, but he never builds people up with false hopes. So cheer up, coz," she added, squeezing Zoe's hand affectionately.
"I know that what you say of cousin Arthur is all true," sobbed Zoe; "but I could see he had fears as well as hopes: and—and—Ned doesn't seem a bit like himself; he has such a dazed look, as if not quite in his right mind."
"But he knew you and Art; and it is to be expected that a man would feel dazed after such a shock as he must have had."
"Yes, of course. Oh, I'm afraid he's dreadfully, dreadfully hurt, and will never get over it!"
"Still," returned Ella, "try to hope for the best. Don't you think that is the wiser plan always?"
"I suppose so," said Zoe, laughing and crying hysterically; "but I can't be wise to-night; indeed, I never can."
CHAPTER VI.
"And, if division come, it soon is past,
Too sharp, too strange an agony to last."
MRS. NORTON.