A reaction came, of course. As time passed, a depression--natural enough perhaps--followed the jubilance of those first days. A growing unrest possessed her. She was not quite easy about Philip, though he seemed to be getting well. The doctor came only every other day now--or had until the last few days again. Philip had taken a fancy--just a child's passing fancy, of course--to go into the next room which was cool and dark, and opened into his. She came upon Dr. Anderson one day lifting his eyelids. The next day he brought a friend out with him. She need not be alarmed, he told her. The case had been rather an unusual one and he had spoken to Dr. Hawes about it. That was all. But he asked Margaret to leave them to themselves for a while, which seemed strange to her. She went down that day to the back porch where Mammy Cely was ironing, and dropped down on the old stone step. It was not Philip alone that troubled her this morning. The situation was pressing upon her more and more each day. How would it all end? and when? It would soon be time for the quarantine to be lifted. And then--She wished sometimes that when the case came up she could go into it with all her old hatred of Richard De Jarnette hot within her. But she knew in her inmost soul that she never could. Sometimes it rose tempestuously as of old, and sometimes it died away as a wind dies, leaving a becalmed ship upon a lifeless sea. What was the matter with her any way? she asked herself angrily. What had got into her that she could not control her moods?... And why should Richard De Jarnette make it all so much harder for her by being first one thing and then another? He was a regular _Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde_! "Mammy Cely," she said suddenly, in pursuance of this thought, "sometimes it seems to me that we are all of us two persons--one evil and the other good. Sometimes one is on top and sometimes the other. I get tired of the fight." "That's so, honey!" said Mammy Cely, never pausing in her work, "that's jes' the way it is. Ef you was standin' in the pulpit you couldn't 'spound that doctrine any better 'n what you have. Humph! don't I know! The good Cely been fightin' 'g'inst the bad Cely in me for forty years, chile, an' all on account er that nigger-trader. I been prayin' fur that man ever sence I got religion. Yaas 'm! _I had to to git thoo!_ That's what you has to do--pray fur yo' enemies. "And now when we're havin' a big meetin' and they all gits to shoutin' and clappin' their hands, and weavin' around, and singin' 'Oh-h, there shall be mo'nin', Mo'nin', mo'nin', mo'nin', Oh-h, there shall be mo'nin', At the jedgment seat of Christ,' seems lak I git so happy, and see my Savior so plain that I jes' calls out, 'Lord, save that man!' (I know the Lord gwineter know who I mean 'thout me callin' any names.)