"
She looked at Maurice humbly for directions; his eyes plainly said--yes,
it was time she should withdraw. She went into the other room--rather
blindly, as it seemed to her--and she sank into a chair, still
trembling and exhausted; but Francie was by her side in a moment.
"Did he know you?" she asked in an undertone.
"Yes, I think," Nina answered. "But oh, he looks so strange--so
different. He has suffered. It is terrible; but I am glad that I came--"
"It is so kind of you--for I see you are so tired!" said Francie, in her
gentle way. "Perhaps you have been travelling?"
"Only last night--but I did not sleep any--"
"Shall I get you some tea?" was the next inquiry.
But here the old doctor, who had been stealthily moving about the room,
interfered, and produced a biscuit-box and a decanter of port wine and a
glass; while the old lady begged Miss Ross to take off her cloak and
remain with them a little while. At this moment Mangan came out from the
sick-room.
"Doctor," said he in a whisper, "you must go in presently; I think
you'll see a difference. He is quite pleased and content--talking to
himself a little, but not complaining any more.
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