"I need no help." "This way, then," said Gerald, shortly.

"And don't speak.

Miss Lydia mustn't know." She led the way to Phebe's room, and he followed slowly, laying his burden carefully down on the bed and arranging the pillows under her head with all of a woman's gentleness of touch.
"Now go for the doctor," ordered Gerald, turning to the bureau to light the candles.

"Dr.Dennis.

If he is out, Dr.Harrison.Only find some one immediately." Denham lingered an instant, bending down over the bed.
"I thought we had lost you to-night, Phebe," he said, so low the words were but just audible.