‘I went home. I spoke rudely to Mrs. Rose, who awaited my return at the door. I rushed past, and locked myself in my room. I could not go to bed.

‘The morning sun came pouring in, and enraged me, as everything did since Mr. Morgan refused. I pulled the blind down so violently that the string broke. What did it signify? The light might come in. What was the sun to me? And then I remembered that that sun might be shining on her — dead.

‘I sat down and covered my face. Mrs. Rose knocked at the door. I opened it. She had never been in bed, and had been crying too.

‘“Mr. Morgan wants to speak to you, sir.”

‘I rushed back for my medicine, and went to him. He stood at the door, pale and anxious.

‘“She’s alive, sir,” said he, “but that’s all. We have sent for Dr. Hamilton. I’m afraid he will not come in time. Do you know, sir, I think we should venture — with Dr. —’s sanction to give her that medicine. It is but a chance; but it is the only one, I’m afraid.” He fairly cried before he had ended.

‘“I’ve got it here,” said I, setting off to walk; but he could not go so fast.

‘“I beg your pardon, sir” said he, “for my abrupt refusal last night.”

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