'
'Oh, don't, don't, _don't_, Mrs. Rusk.'
'Will you come in and see him, just?
'Oh, no, no, no, no!'
'Well, then, my dear, don't of course, if you don't like; there's no need.
Would not you like to lie down, Miss Maud? Mary Quince, attend to her. I
must go into the room for a minute or two.'
I was walking up and down the room in distraction. It was a cool night; but
I did not feel it. I could only cry:--'Oh, Mary, Mary! what shall I do? Oh,
Mary Quince! what shall I do?'
It seemed to me it must be near daylight by the time the Doctor arrived. I
had dressed myself. I dared not go into the room where my beloved father
lay.
I had gone out of my room to the gallery, where I awaited Dr. Elweys, when
I saw him walking briskly after the servant, his coat buttoned up to his
chin, his hat in his hand, and his bald head shining. I felt myself grow
cold as ice, and colder and colder, and with a sudden sten my heart seemed
to stand still.
I heard him ask the maid who stood at the door, in that low, decisive,
mysterious tone which doctors cultivate--
'In _here_?'
And then, with a nod, I saw him enter.
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