"Hugh is no better--worse, if possible," and Lancy's face was as white as
Dexie's own. "He keeps calling for you in his delirium; he seems to think
you are drowned or worse, and reaches out to catch you. It takes two to
hold him sometimes."
"Oh, Lancy! am I to blame?" she said, bursting into tears. "I have had such
a horrible day with my thoughts. I don't see how I could help it; yet it
was my fault, I suppose."
"Well, under the circumstances, I don't see how you could have done
differently, Dexie; but don't fret about it. It is an uncomfortable affair
all round, to be sure. I can't help feeling proud of you the way you braved
it out rather than give your promise; but, of course, it was hard on Hugh."
"Does your mother know anything about my part of the affair?"
"Oh, yes! I told her all about it. Hugh raved so, I had to explain what I
knew about the trouble. She guessed quickly enough that something had
happened between you."
"And the doctor?"
"Oh! he knows about it too, and he wants to know if you will come in, if
they find they cannot quiet him. Oh, Hugh will not know you," he added,
looking into her frightened face; "but the doctor thinks you might get him
to sleep if you would be willing to try it.
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