The moments passed, oh, so slowly, and his agitation increased. What would be the verdict? Death, and with it the vanishing of all life’s sweetness. Life—and—his wife.
How long it was he knew not, but at last Sir Felix entered.
“Lady Mildred has taken a turn for the better.”
“She will live?”
“I cannot say yet, but there is hope. Why don’t you lie down and rest? It may be an hour or two before I can tell you definitely.”
“Rest—what do you think I’m made of? Have you any idea what my wife means to me?” Gaunt asked hoarsely.
“Still I think you should rest. You have evidently been enduring a great strain,” Sir Felix persisted gently.
“Go back to her, and I will await your verdict.”
“Your wife has a wonderful constitution. Ninety-nine out of a hundred women would have already succumbed.”
Sir Felix cast a curious look at the bowed head of the millionaire and went back to his patient. The nurse was standing by the side of the bed and holding a spoon to Lady Mildred’s lips.