'Did it not soothe her?'
'No, not a bit. Often she is paralyzed, but for a short time.'
'It is just meningitis,' the doctor muttered thoughtfully.
The carriage went on and on, as well as it could with an ordinary night horse. They were not getting there yet, and they had already urged the driver to hurry.
'Is she delirious?' the doctor asked again.
'I do not know—I am not sure if it is delirium; but she is always speaking convulsively.'
'What does she say?'
'She calls out for you.'
'For me?'
'Yes—always for you.'