“Here, Rose, take this chair,” said Violet, vacating the most comfortable seat in the room, on which she had sat all the afternoon.
The woman dropped into it, too weak and weary to stand upon ceremony.
“How did you leave grandfather?”
“I hardly know; but doing well, I should think, for he has been dozing all day, only waking up to ask for iced beef tea, or milk punch, and then, when he had drank one or the other, going to sleep again. I have been fanning him all the time except when I have been feeding him.”
While Rose was sipping some tea which had been promptly brought to her, the doctor came in and reported Mr. Rockharrt as doing extremely well.
“You will stay to dinner with us, Dr. Cummins,” said Rose.
“Thank you, my dear lady, but I cannot. I shall just wait to see Mr. Fabian Rockharrt and give my report to him in all its details, as I promised, and then hurry home and go to bed. I have had no sleep for the last twenty-four—no, bless my soul! not for the last thirty-six hours!” replied the physician. He had scarcely ceased to speak when Mr. Fabian entered the room.
“Oh! home so soon!” exclaimed Violet, starting up to meet him.
“Yes; how is the father?”
“There is the doctor; ask him.”
“Ah, Dr. Cummins! Good afternoon? How is your patient?”
“Come with me into the library, Mr. Fabian, and I will give you a full report.”
“Where is Clarence?” inquired Fabian.
“Up stairs somewhere. He did not come to luncheon,” replied Cora.
“Poor Clarence! He is awfully cut up!” said Mr. Fabian, as he left the parlor with Dr. Cummins. As they passed through the hall they were joined by Mr. Clarence, who had just heard of the doctor’s arrival.
“I left him very comfortable, carefully watched by old Martha, who has waked up refreshed after a ten hours’ sleep and has taken her place by his bedside. There is no immediate cause for anxiety, my dear Clarence,” said the physician, in reply to the questions put to him.
“The worst of it is, doctor, that while it was absolutely necessary for me to stay here during Fabian’s absence, I dare not go into my father’s room. He thinks that I am at North End. And he would become very angry if he knew that I was here against his will and his commands. Besides which, I hate deception and concealment,” complained Mr. Clarence.
“It is rather a difficult case to manage, my boy, but it is absolutely necessary that either yourself or your brother should be on hand here day and night; it is equally necessary that your father should be kept quiet. So I see nothing better to do than for you to stay here and keep still until you are wanted,” replied the doctor.
And then the three went into the little library or office at the rear of the hall, and what further was said among them was whispered with closed doors. At the end of fifteen minutes they came out. The doctor took leave of all the family and went away.