I wish you could have heard the murmured words that
showed what glorious images floated before him--no doubt now
realized."
"I am glad he was really good," were the only words that would come.
The hearts of both were so full, that these words on what was a
little further off were almost necessary to them.
"Take my arm," said Julius, kindly. "Our roads lie together down
the lane. How is your sister? Better, I hope, as I see you here."
"She has slept more quietly. Mr. M'Vie thinks her a little better."
"So it is with Terry de Lancey," said Julius; "he is certainly less
feverish to-day;" but there was no corresponding tone of gladness in
the voice, though he added, "Cecil is going on well too."
"And--" Poor Lenore's heart died within her; she could only press
his arm convulsively, and he had mercy on her.
"Frank's illness has been different in character from the others,"
he said; "the fever has run much higher, and has affected the brain
more, and the throat is in a very distressing state; but Dr. Worth
still does not think there are specially dangerous symptoms, and is
less anxious about him than Raymond.
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