It was Doctor Lowe. He called first for more light. Jane brought a lamp, and he signed to her to go away. After asking me whether I was hysterical, and hearing me answer “No,” he told me to hold the lamp while he made his examination. He said afterwards that I had strong nerves; but nothing but fear of him kept me steady at my post, as, with averted head, I heard the sharp little cries the wounded woman gave two or three times. The cook had been right; the arm that lay under Sarah was broken; the Doctor could not tell yet whether her spine was not injured too. He cut off her long black hair and strapped up her head, which had received a gash which might affect the brain, he said; and he set and bandaged the broken arm. Then we brought a mattress, and very carefully lifted her on to it, carried her to her room, and put her on the bed. “Who is going to sit up with her?” asked he. “I will,” said I, but added doubtfully, “if--” “If what?” said the Doctor, turning upon me sharply. I drew him a little apart and said-- “Doctor Lowe, do you think the sight of any one she disliked very much would be bad for her?” He looked at me very keenly as he answered-- “No. She won’t be able to recognize anybody; but I warn you she will be restless. How did the accident happen?” “She fell downstairs.” “The staircase leads to your room, doesn’t it? How came she to be there at this time of night? Why don’t you tell me the truth, and save me the trouble of making stupid guesses?” I told him the truth, and his only comment was-- “And don’t you think the moral of that is that you should leave this place as soon as possible?” “I sha’n’t stay here long,” said I, smiling, and thinking of Laurence. “Oh, you think that young f-fellow at the Hall is going to marry you?” “Yes.” “Well, I tell you frankly, I wouldn’t take a wife from this house.” “But then you wouldn’t take a wife from anywhere, Doctor Lowe. If you did, you would think more of the girl than of the place she came from, just as Laurence does.” “You have a sharp little tongue. I pity Laurence when he comes home late.” He asked after Haidee; but I could not let him see her, as the staircase was not yet ready; so, after giving me instructions about the treatment of Sarah, he left the house. There was a fire already in her room, for she was by no means the ill-used creature she liked to think herself. I seated myself in a chair beside it, prepared to watch until early morning, when the cook had promised to take my place. Before long the patient began to grow restless, as the Doctor had predicted; she turned her head from side to side, tried to raise her broken arm, which had been set and bandaged tightly down, muttering and moaning incoherently. Presently she was quite quiet, and I hoped she had gone to sleep. I think I must have dozed myself for a few minutes, when I was startled into full wakefulness by a low hoarse cry of “Jim!”