Don't try to think about it.

Try to rest." "How does he look ?" I whispered, clinging to his hand.
"Just the same as ever; more quiet, perhaps," he answered, looking troubled.
I gave a sort of gasp, but did not cry.

I think he was frightened, for he said, uneasily, "Let me call Bettina; she can give you something--she can sit beside you." I shook my head, and said, faintly, "Don't let her come." "I have sent for Sophie," he said, soothingly.

"She will soon be here, and will know what to do for you." "Keep her out of this room," I cried, half raising myself, and then falling back from sudden faintness.

"Don't let her come _near_ me," I panted, after a moment, "nor any of them, but, most of all, Sophie; remember--don't let her even look at me;" and with moaning, I turned my face down on the pillow.