"A bad night," he said; "the doctor is here; are you come to stay?"
"If I can be of use."
He walked back with me, went to the sick-room, and left me there with the doctor and Miss Axtell.
She didn't refuse medicines, it seemed; for Doctor Eaton was administering something when I went in.
The same eager look flashed out of his eyes when she spoke to me. She did not remember me,—she called me Mary. Common name it is, but the change seemed to please this quaint M.D.
"Have you found out about the face?" he asked, when he had answered my inquiries after his patient.
"I have not."
"It isn't there any longer. Somebody's taken it away."
"Ah!"
"Don't you care to know about it?"