"
"Ah! is it true?"
"He does not seem as ill as Frank; but there have been bleedings at
the nose, which have brought him very low, and which have hitherto
been the worst symptoms," and here the steady sadness of his voice
quivered a little.
Lenore uttered a cry of dismay, and murmured, "Your mother?"
"She is absorbed in him. Happily, she can be with him constantly.
They seem to rest in each other's presence, and not to look
forward."
"And Cecil?"
"It has taken the lethargic turn with Cecil. She is almost always
asleep, and is now, I believe, much better; but in truth we have
none of us been allowed to come near her. Her maid, Grindstone, has
taken the sole charge, and shuts us all out, for fear, I believe, of
our telling her how ill Raymond is."
"Oh, I know Grindstone."
"Who looks on us all as enemies. However, Raymond has desired us to
write to her father, and he will judge when he comes."
They were almost at the place of parting. Eleonora kept her hand on
his arm, longing for another word, nay, feeling that without it her
heart would burst.
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