Two or three times the surgeon stole to the door, glanced at the bowed, motionless figure, and as often retired within the house. At last she beckoned him to her side.
“I am rested now,” she said. “How is he?”
“About the same.”
“Can I see him?”
“Yes; walk in. One moment.” And stepping to the second door on the right-hand side of the hall, he opened it and beckoned. A soldier came out into the hall.
“Shelton,” said he, “you can stroll around for a while; when I want you I will call you. This way.” And he bowed Mary into the room and closed the door softly behind her.
“Poor girl! poor girl!” said he, shaking his head; and he left the hall.
CHAPTER LXXX.
For a moment Mary stood with downcast eyes; then, looking up, gave a start.
“Oh—I beg your pardon! I was told I should find Captain Smith in this room,” said she, making for the door.