There was a touch on her
shoulder, and one of the Sisters who had received the ladies said,
interrogatively, "Miss Vivian? The Mother would be obliged if you
would come to her room."
The general hush prevented Lenore from manifesting her extreme
agitation, and she moved with as quiet a step as she could command,
though trembling from head to foot. In the room to which she came
stood the Superior and Dr. Easterby, and a yellow telegram-paper lay
on the table.
"My father?" she asked.
"No," said the Superior, kindly, "it is your sister, who is ill.
Here is the telegram--"
"Sister Margaret to the Mother Superior, St. Faith's, Dearport.
Lady Tyrrell has the fever. Miss Vivian much needed.
"Wils'bro, Sept. 26th, 5.30."
"The fever!" She looked up bewildered, and the Superior added--
"You did not know of a fever at Wil'sbro'? Some of our nursing
Sisters were telegraphed for, and went down yesterday. I was sorry
to send Sister Margaret away just when her mother and you are here;
but she was the only available head, and the need seemed great.
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