"I was to have
met you today at dinner at the vice chancellor's, but this prevented you,
I suppose?"
"Yes," said Christian; and then, in a few whispered words, told about
the accident, and her suspicions of what it was. The freemasonry of
trust which springs up instantaneously between any honest doctor and
sensible nurse made them friends in five minutes.
Mrs. Grey's fears had been only too true. Many weeks of illness and of
anxious nursing lay before her and her poor boy. After all had been
done that could be done, Dr. Grey was recalled, and the facts explained
to him; though Dr. Anstruther, who seemed to understand him well,
dwelt as lightly upon them as possible, consistent with that strict truth
which was always spoken by the good doctor. Still, it was enough.
When Dr. Anstruther was gone, Dr. Grey caine and stood by the sofa,
in great distress.
"An illness of weeks--delicate for months--and perhaps weakly for life.
Oh, my poor boy!"
"Hush!" said Christian; "the child might hear. Go, and sit down for a
minute, and I will come to you."
She came, and, leaning over him, laid her hand tenderly on her
husband's shoulder. She could do no more, even though he was her
husband. She felt helpless to comfort him, for the key which unlocks
all consolation was in her heart not yet found.
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