"Tell me! I remember it all now—I was searching for Dexie—is she safe?"
"Yes, safe and well, so make your mind easy."
"If I could—only feel—sure—"
"Will you bring me that pitcher of water, Miss Sherwood?"
The doctor's voice was low, but distinct, and an eager light came into Hugh's face as he heard the name.
"Pour a little into this glass," the doctor added.
As Dexie came near at the doctor's direction, Hugh looked up, and for one short moment their eyes met.
But that moment assured Hugh that Dexie was safe; that was all he could comprehend at present, for he was too weak to ask any more questions. Dexie could not bear the strain much longer, so, bending over Mrs. Gurney, she whispered:
"Tell me I may go, if only into the next room. I cannot bear it."