CHAPTER XXIV.

The exposure and wet garments, which Constance had worn during the

most critical period of her delirium, had the customary effect. She

had been quickly ushered into the house, the wet clothes removed, her

limbs and feet chafed by tender hands, and under the influence of a

stimulant, and warmly wrapped and in bed, the poor, worn, exhausted

soul soon fell asleep. She awoke six hours later in a raging fever.

The doctor had anticipated that something of the kind would happen,

and was in the house at the time of her awakening. In so fragile a

constitution, weakened by grief and trouble, it was not strange that

the fever made prodigious headway, and swiftly reached its height. The

crisis arrived several hours after the attack.

She lay very still, apparently on the confines of death. The most

profound stillness pervaded the room. The doctor, watch in hand, held

her wrist and noted her pulse. Its beat was so feeble that only his

experienced fingers could detect it at all. John Thorpe stood at the

side of the bed opposite the doctor, bending over and watching her

half open lips with an intensity of anxiety impossible to describe.

Beside him stood Dorothy, with tears trickling down her face, for the

child, though too young to comprehend its meaning, was affected by the

solemnity of the scene, and by her aunt's quiet grief.

Virginia was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her face buried in her

hands, in an endeavor to stifle her sobs, while Mrs. Harris looked

ruefully out of the window.

Several times the doctor moved only to place his ear close to

Constance's heart, and again he would place his hand there and press

gently. Now and again he moistened her lips with a piece of ice and

cooled the damp cloth on her hot brow.

At a moment when least expected, she moaned and then her chest heaved

with a light breath. Quietly she opened her eyes and looked slowly

around. There, before her, stood John and Dorothy. Her eyes rested on

them. She recognized them and smiled faintly and said feebly, scarcely

above a whisper, "Dorothy, darling, and John!"

"Safe," announced the doctor, and his face, beaming with confidence,

carried joy to the little group of anxious watchers.

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