r, to tell the truth, did she very much care. Rose
was weary of life!

Meanwhile, Cora and Violet went down stairs together.

At six o'clock the doctor came, and made anxious inquiries into the
state of the injured man; but Cora could only report that he seemed to
have passed a quiet day, watched by his wife, but unapproached by any
other member of his family, all of whom he had forbidden to come near
him unless called.

"A very wise provision, my dear Mrs. Rothsay. I will go up now and see
him," said Dr. Cummins.

A few minutes later Rose came down and entered the parlor, looking very
faint and white except for two small, deep crimson spots on the cheeks.

"Here, Rose, take this chair," said Violet, vacating the most
comfortable seat in the room, on which she had sat all the afternoon.

The woman dropped into it, too weak and weary to stand upon ceremony.

"How did you leave grandfather?"

"I hardly know; but doing well, I should think, for he has been dozing
all day, only waking up to ask for iced beef tea, or milk punch, and
then, when he had drank one or the other, going to sleep again. I have
been fanning him all the time except when I have been feeding him."

While Rose was sipping some tea which had been promptly brought to her,
the doctor came in and reported Mr. Rockharrt as doing extremely well.

"You will stay to dinner with us, Dr. Cummins," said Rose.

"Thank you, my dear lady, but I cannot. I shall just wait to see Mr.
Fabian Rockharrt and give my report to him in all its details, as I
promised, and then hurry home and go to bed. I have had no sleep for the
last twenty-four--no, bless my soul! not for the last thirty-six hours!"
replied the physician. He had scarcely ceased to speak when Mr. Fabian
entered the room.

"Oh! home so soon!" exclaimed Violet, starting up to meet him.

"Yes; how is the father?"

"There is the doctor; ask him."

"Ah, Dr. Cummins! Good afternoon? How is your patient?"

"Come with me into the library, Mr. Fabian, and I will give you a full
report."

"Where is Clarence?" inquired Fabian.

"Up stairs somewhere. He did not come to luncheon," replied Cora.

"Poor Clarence! He is awfully cut up!" said Mr. Fabian, as he left the
parlor with Dr. Cummins. As they passed through the hall they were
joined by Mr. Clarence, who had just heard of the doctor's arrival.

"I left him very comfortable, carefully watched by old Martha, who has
waked up refreshed after a ten h