Family life -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Sisters -- Juvenile fiction
"Where is she--the lady they have just brought in?"
"The actress? Miss Clare? Third floor, but I don't know the number."
Olive turned to see Roger coming in with a tall, kindly faced man, who
hurried up stairs, while Roger said to her:
"It is the doctor, we will follow him;" and together they went up,
through the dim halls, and climbing the steep stairs, until they saw him
enter a door, around which several curious persons stood, and then Roger
paused, saying with decision:
"You risk her life if you go in now, when she is in such a condition;
the shock might bring on another hemorrhage."
"I will wait," said Olive, beginning to feel the stern necessity of
rigid self-control. "But cannot you go in, and ask the doctor how she
is, and ask him how long before I can see her?"
"I will try, wait here;" and Olive waited, while he went to the door,
and tapped. She saw that he was refused admittance; but that in a few
moments the doctor came out, and talked with him, after which they
walked down to where she stood.
"Dr. Pierce, Olive; and I have told him a few of the sad facts of the
case," was Roger's hurried introduction and explanation.
"And can I see her?" asked Olive, with trembling eagerness.
"I think not, but I am sorry," was the kindly answer. "The hemorrhage
was not very severe, but she is perfectly prostrated with overwork and
excitement, so that I would dread the effect of any shock. Besides I
have given her an opiate, from which she may not wake for hours, if it
has the desired effect."
"But may I not see her when she gets to sleep?" pleaded Olive,
tremulously. "I will be very quiet indeed."
"Yes, you may; I will call you," answered the doctor, and then some of
the bystanders brought Olive a chair, and she dropped into it, and
leaning her head against the door casing, waited, hardly noticing that
through the hour that followed, Roger Congreve stood close by her side
and studied the pale, anxious face, while pondering the revelation made
to him that evening. He had almost decided that she had no heart, simply
because it had not responded to his; but had she not?
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