When the doctor made his usual visit, he stayed a long time in the room,
and he looked very serious as he called Dexie to the door.
"You realize how ill your father is, do you not, Miss Sherwood?" and he
looked earnestly into her face. "Ah! I see you do. I wished to prepare you
for the worst. I will come in later in the day and see if I can be of use."
"You think there is immediate danger, Dr. Brown?"
"He may live through the day--not much longer, I fear. You have been
expecting this, have you not?"
"I was afraid of it," and she hid her face in her hands.
"Is there anyone I can send for, for you? If I can be of use in any way,
Miss Sherwood, command me."
"Someone must tell mamma; she does not believe the end is so very near.
Would you do it? Does papa know it himself, doctor?" she added, after a
pause.
"Yes, and he wished me to make it known to the rest. Be brave a little
while longer. Now, go back to your father. You can rely on Jarvis; she
knows what to do, and has been through many trying scenes before to-day."
"Shall we send for you if--" She could not say it, but the doctor knew what
she meant.
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