"It is ridiculous of you to have such jealous thoughts. He has tended
me patiently as any other doctor would. I will tell you more to-morrow
night, but to-day I tell you this: I think him very clever as a doctor;
as an ordinary being I think him an idiot. At the old time as nearly as
I can. Do be punctual this time, pray."
It was about five o'clock the next morning that, after sitting up
reading hard, and trying to recover lost time, till half-past three,
North was plunged in a deep sleep, in which he dreamed that Leo was
smiling in his eyes, and repeating the words she had uttered in her
delirium, when there was a heavy dragging at the night-bell.
"What is it?" cried the doctor from his window.
"My young master, sir," cried the voice of the butler from the Hall.
"Taken ill?"
"Ill, sir? Oh, Heaven help us! it's worse than that!"