his intention to telegraph
to the city for the doctor who had been her adviser in earlier days.

And to this Cora reluctantly consented. "It seems foolish," she said,
plaintively, "and yet I don't think I _ought_ to refuse to send for
Doctor Le Guise. I feel as if I were really about to be very ill, hard
as I have tried to fight off the weakness that is coming over me."

"And madame is so flushed, and wanders so in her sleep,"--this, of
course, from Celine.

John Arthur arose from the side of the couch with considerable
alacrity, saying: "I will telegraph at once. What is the address?"

Cora lay back among her pillows, with closed eyes, and made no sign
that she heard. He spoke again, and the eyes unclosed slowly, and she
said, with slow languor:

"Send to my brother; he will find him." Then closing her eyes, she
murmured, "I want to sleep now."

Celine turned toward him an awe-struck countenance and motioned him to
be silent. He tip-toed from the room, thoroughly frightened and
nervous, and sent a message to Lucian Davlin forthwith.

When he was safely away, Cora awoke from her nap, and desired Celine
to let in more light. This done, she propped herself up among her
pillows, and taking from underneath one of them a novel, bade her maid
tell everybody that she was not to be disturbed, while she read and
looked more comfortable than ill.

Towards evening, John Arthur looked in, or rather tried to look in,
upon his wife. But Celine assured him that her mistress was sleeping
fitfully and seemed much disturbed and agitated at the slightest
sound, so his alarm grew and increased.

When the evening train came he hoped almost against reason that it
would bring the now eagerly looked for Dr. Le Guise.

But no one came. Later, however, a telegram from Lucian arrived, which
read as follows:

Doctor can't get off to-night. Will be down by morning
train.

D----.

In the morning, Cora was much worse. She did not recognize her
husband, and called Miss Arthur, Lady Mallory, which made a great
impression upon that spinster.

Celine, who seemed to know just what to do, turned them both out,
which did not displease either greatly, as the brother and sister were
equally afraid of contagion, and were nervous in a sick-room.

At length the doctor arrived, and with him Lucian Davlin, the latter
looking very grave and anxious, the former looking very grave and
wise.

Celine was sum