“After your thrilling experiences of last night, you must be very weary, and a night’s sleep will refresh you. Have no fear for Daisie. We will do our best,” she said kindly.
He retired, but it seemed to him at first that he could never rest again, so keen was his humiliation that Daisie, even in unconsciousness, could never endure his proximity, and kept calling on the name of his hated rival.
But at last weariness overpowered him, and he fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep that lasted till the morning sun peeped in through the shutters.
He rose in a tumult of fear, and began to dress, but almost immediately Doctor Burns came in, exclaiming:
“Good news! She passed the crisis safely at midnight, and will live.”
CHAPTER XXXVII.
FOR ROYALL’S SAKE.
She was better, sweet Daisie—with care and good nursing her life would be preserved to her friends.
But that obdurate nurse, so clever and opinionated, would not permit Royall Sherwood to see his wife for a week. She said:
“I don’t profess to understand it, doctor, not at all, but facts are stubborn things, and I know that the presence of her husband has a distinctly injurious effect on Mrs. Sherwood’s health. Perhaps they had quarreled before she left home; I don’t know; but if he wants her to get well tell him to stay out of the sick room for a week, at least.”
Royall was secretly furious, but he had to obey.