Another day dragged through; then Katherine, rather worn with the constant involuntary sense of watching which had strained her nerves all day, slept soundly and dreamlessly. She woke early next morning, and was soon dressed. Mrs. Knapp reported Mr. Liddell to be still slumbering.
"But law, miss, he have had a bad night—the worst yet, I think. He was dreaming and tossing from side to side, and then he would scream out words I couldn't understand. I made him take some wine between two and three, but I do not think he knew me a bit. I have had a dreadful night of it."
Katherine expressed her sympathy, and did what she could to lighten the good woman's labors.
Mr. Liddell, however, though he looked ghastly, seemed rather stronger than usual. He insisted on getting up, and came into the sitting-room about eleven.
It was a cold morning, with a thick, drizzling rain. Katherine made up the fire to a cheerful glow, and by her uncle's directions placed pen, ink and paper on the small table he always had beside him. Then he uttered the accustomed commanding "Read," and Katherine read.
Suddenly he interrupted her by exclaiming, "Give me the deaths first."
It had been a whim of his latterly to have this lugubrious list read to him every day.
Katherine had hardly commenced when she descried Mr. Newton's well-known figure advancing from the garden gate.
"Ah, here is Mr. Newton!" she exclaimed.
"Ha! that is well," cried her uncle, with shrill exultation. "Now—now all will go right."