“Yes.”
Again there was a pause, and during the stillness Lucy plainly heard the sound of approaching wagon wheels. It must be Martin with the doctor. She rose softly.
“Where you goin’?” demanded her aunt.
“Just downstairs a minute. I think the doctor——”
“You didn’t send Tony for the doctor!” the invalid exclaimed, a feeble querulousness vibrating in the words.
“Yes; I didn’t know what else to do.”
“He can’t help any.”
“Perhaps he can.”
“I tell you he can’t,” snapped Ellen. “I know well enough what’s the matter with me without bein’ told. I’ve had a shock. My feet are all cold and numb: I can’t feel nothin’ in ’em, nor move ’em. There ain’t no remedy for that. You’re only wastin’ money gettin’ the man here to tell me what I already know. I shan’t see him.”