The distress of her sister too, particularly a favourite, was before her;--and as for their mother, when Mrs.Jennings considered that Marianne might probably be to HER what Charlotte was to herself, her sympathy in HER sufferings was very sincere.
Mr.Harris was punctual in his second visit;--but he came to be disappointed in his hopes of what the last would produce.

His medicines had failed;--the fever was unabated; and Marianne only more quiet--not more herself--remained in a heavy stupor.

Elinor, catching all, and more than all, his fears in a moment, proposed to call in further advice.

But he judged it unnecessary: he had still something more to try, some more fresh application, of whose success he was as confident as the last, and his visit concluded with encouraging assurances which reached the ear, but could not enter the heart of Miss Dashwood.

She was calm, except when she thought of her mother; but she was almost hopeless; and in this state she continued till noon, scarcely stirring from her sister's bed, her thoughts wandering from one image of grief, one suffering friend to another, and her spirits oppressed to the utmost by the conversation of Mrs.Jennings, who scrupled not to attribute the severity and danger of this attack to the many weeks of previous indisposition which Marianne's disappointment had brought on.