“You were never more needed, be sure of that, sir; and is there hope of her recovery? I pray God, if it be His will, that the young wife be spared. Sitting before me has given me... an interest in the case.” The Collector felt as if he must apologise for his unusual emotion. “Their own doctor took a gloomy view, but they called in Dr. Manley. If there's real danger of death in Muirtown, or a radius of twenty miles, people must have Manley. And when he came into the parlour--you know his brusque, decided way--Manley turned to poor Fortune, who couldn't say one word, only look.” “It is, Mr. Rutherford, I will dare to say, the bitterest hour in all human sorrow”--the Collector spoke with strong feeling--“and Dr. Manley said?” “'You thought you were going to lose your wife. No wonder; very bad case; but you're not, please God you're not. Dr. Gellatly knows his business. Mrs. Fortune will get better with care, mark me, immense care.' That's his way, you know, Collector; then Fortune... well, lost command of himself. So Manley went on,--'with care and skill; and Gellatly will see to that.'” “God be praised!” exclaimed the Collector. “How many Dr. Manley has comforted in Muirtown! yet all medical skill is of no avail sometimes. But you have said nothing of the child.” “Manley was very doubtful about it--a girl, I think--and that is the only danger now with Mrs. Fortune. She is always asking for the child, which she has not seen; and so long as the news are good she is satisfied; but if the baby dies, it will go hard with the mother. Collector,” cried Rutherford suddenly, “what mothers suffer, and how they love!” The Collector took off his spectacles and examined them carefully, and then he wiped his eyes. “When can the doctors be certain about the child, Mr. Rutherford?” “Dr. Manley is going again this evening, and we hope he will be able to give a good report I intended to call after seeing you; for if all be well, we would return thanks to God; and if... the child is not to live, there will be the more need of prayer. You will excuse me, Collector?” “Go at once, sir, and... do you mind me going with you--just to the door, you know? I would sleep better to-night if I knew mother and child were safe.” And the Collector was already moving to the door as one in haste. “It is very good of you, Collector, and Fortune will value your sympathy; but there is something I called to talk about and in my concern about Mrs. Fortune I... quite forgot it. It's about that unfortunate Sabbath-school entertainment.” “It's of no importance beside this trial--none whatever. Let us not delay, and I'll hear you on the other matter as we cross the South Meadow.” So Rutherford was hustled out of the house in growing amazement. “Let me say, first of all, Collector, that we are all much concerned...