Good-bye, father, till we meet again somewhere else, for I am sure that we do not altogether die.

Oh! now that I know everything, I should have been glad enough to leave this life--if only I had never--met Ernest," and turning, Jane, my daughter, crept away, gliding up the broad oak stairs back to the room which she was never to quit alive.
As for me, daylight found me still seated in the study, my brain tormented with an agony of remorse and shame which few have lived to feel, and my heart frozen with fear of what the morrow should bring forth.
After but one day of doubt, Jane's sickness proved to be smallpox of the prevailing virulent type.

But she was not removed to the hospital, for I kept the thing secret and hired a nurse, who had recently been revaccinated, for her from a London institution.

The doctoring I directed myself, although I did not actually see her, not now from any fear of consequences, for I was so utterly miserable that I should have been glad to die even of smallpox, but because she would not suffer it, and because also, had I done so, I might have carried infection far and wide, and should have been liable to prosecution under our isolation laws.
I wished to give up the fight for the seat, but when I suggested it, saying that I was ill, my committee turned upon me fiercely.
"Smallpox," they declared, "was breaking out all over the city, and I should stop there to 'sweep out my own grate,' even if they had to keep me by force.

If I did not, they would expose me in a fashion I should not like." Then I gave in, feeling that after all it did not matter much, as in any case it was impossible for me to leave Dunchester.