I do not say she is in danger--I merely say that she is not so well as I should like to see her." Another hour passed, the church clock at Castledene was striking two, and Dr.Evans had joined the grave-faced group around the sick woman's bed.

He, too, had looked with compassion on the beautiful young face--he, too, had bent forward to listen to the whisper that parted the white lips.
"Am I going to die ?" she asked.
He tried to smile and say something about hope; but Nurse Furney knew, and she turned away lest the sick woman's questioning eyes should read what her face betrayed.
Three o'clock struck.

A sweet voice, abrupt and clear, broke the silence of the solemn scene.
"Hubert.

Where is Hubert?
I must see him." "Tell him to come," said Dr.Evans to Dr.Letsom, "but do not tell him there is any danger." A few minutes later Lord Charlewood stood by the side of his young wife.
"Hubert," she said to him, with outstretched hands, "Hubert, my husband, I am so frightened.

They do not tell me the truth.