"What were they?" exclaimed Emily, scarcely able to articulate, in the intensity of her feelings.
"H.C."
"It is he! It is he! And you say he is wounded?"
"I am sorry to say he is."
"Can I go to him?" said Emily, grasping the doctor's arm.
"I fear your presence will excite him. Are you a relative?"
"No, not a relative," replied Emily, blushing; "but I know he would like to see me."
"I do not doubt it," said the doctor, with a smile,—a luxury in which he rarely indulged. "I am afraid your presence will agitate him."
"Let me watch over him while he sleeps. He need not know I am near."
"Rather difficult to manage, but you shall see him. Will you return with me?"