Love stories; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
At last Merwyn revived somewhat, but did not seem conscious of what
was passing around him. The physician made a hasty examination of
the wound and said, "It is not so severe as to be fatal in itself,
but I don't like the hot, dry, feverish condition of his skin."
"He was feverish before he received the wound," said Marian, in a
whisper. "I fear he has been going far beyond his strength."
"I entreat you, sir, not to leave him," said Mr. Vosburgh, "until
you can give us more hope."
"Rest assured that I shall not. I am the family physician, and I
shall secure for him in the morning the best surgical aid in the
city. All that can be done in these times shall be done. Hereafter
there must be almost absolute quiet, especially when he begins to
notice anything. He must not be moved, or be allowed to move, until
I say it is safe. Perhaps if all retire, except myself and Thomas,
he will be less agitated when he recovers consciousness. Margy,
you make good, strong coffee, and get an early breakfast."
They all obeyed his suggestions at once.
The servant showed Mr. Vosburgh and his daughter into a sitting-room
on the same floor, and the poor girl, relieved from the necessity
of self-restraint, threw herself on a lounge and sobbed and moaned
as if her heart was breaking.
Wise Mr. Vosburgh did not at first restrain her, except by soothing,
gentle words. He knew that this was nature's relief, and that she
would soon be the better and calmer for it.
The physician wondered at the presence of strangers in the Merwyn
residence, and speedily saw how Marian felt towards his patient; but
he had observed professional reticence, knowing that explanations
would soon come. Meanwhile he carefully sought to rally his patient,
and watched each symptom.
At last Merwyn opened his eyes and asked, feebly: "Where am I? What
has happened?"
"You were injured, but are doing well," was the prompt reply. "You
know me, Dr. Henderson, and Thomas is here also. You are in your
own room."
"Yes, I see," and he remained silent for some little time; then
said, "I remember all now."
"You must keep quiet and try not to think, Mr. Merwyn. Your life
depends upon it."
"My mind has a strong disposition to wander."
"The more need of quiet."
"Miss Vosburgh is here. I must see her."
"Yes, by and by."
"Doctor, I fear I am going to be out of my mind. I must see Miss
Vosburgh. I will see her; and if you are wise you will permit me to
do so. My life depends upon it more than upon your skill. Do what
I ask, and I will be quiet."
"Very well, then, but the interview must be brief."
"It must be as I say."
Marian was summoned. Hastily drying her eyes, she tried to suppress
her strong emotion.
Merwyn feebly reached out his hand to her, and she sat down beside
him.
"Do not try to talk," she whispered, taking his hand.
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