"I was looking--for someone--or I was
dreaming."
"You must not talk; try not to think itself," said the doctor, as he held
some medicine to his lips. "You have been dreaming, no doubt; but try not
to think about it any more."
Hugh was quiet for some minutes; memory was slowly returning; but at last
the past all came back, and, casting an imploring glance into the doctor's
face, said:
"Tell me! I remember it all now--I was searching for Dexie--is she safe?"
"Yes, safe and well, so make your mind easy."
"If I could--only feel--sure--"
"Will you bring me that pitcher of water, Miss Sherwood?"
The doctor's voice was low, but distinct, and an eager light came into
Hugh's face as he heard the name.
"Pour a little into this glass," the doctor added.
As Dexie came near at the doctor's direction, Hugh looked up, and for one
short moment their eyes met.
But that moment assured Hugh that Dexie was safe; that was all he could
comprehend at present, for he was too weak to ask any more questions. Dexie
could not bear the strain much longer, so, bending over Mrs. Gurney, she
whispered:
"Tell me I may go, if only into the next room.
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