"Pulse stronger, but still unconscious. Minna, poor child, insists that he knows her, and will not permit herself to believe in what I fear is the inevitable."
"Perhaps it is better so," compassionately. "What should we do without hope in this world? I should not be surprised if Kathleen's condition is graver than her father's." Meeting her surprised look, he tapped his forehead significantly. "Brain fever."
"She is acting queerly," admitted the spinster. "Tonight she locked herself in her room, won't see even the nurse, and refuses food."
"I fear the breaking point is near," conceded Foster. "I did not like Dr.
McLane's manner when we met him on leaving Kathleen; he also is worried."
He paused and asked abruptly, "Has Kathleen seen Charles Miller?"
"Not today."
"When was he last here?"
"Let me see," calculating on her fingers. "He came with you on Wednesday when I was here—today is Saturday."
"Did Kathleen see him on Wednesday?"
"I don't think so."