He moved impatiently, and she realized that it was useless to attempt to
alter what he had come to believe in absolutely. Beyond the windows the
first pale streaks of a spring dawn were visible, but the earth still
clothed itself in silence. The moments were racing on to the final act
of the pitiless tragedy which involved so many lives.
"Marsh--" Evelyn began again.
"I've been a dog to endure your presence in my house!" he said bitterly.
Evelyn was about to answer him when Doctor Taylor came into the room.
"Is he awake?" he questioned.
Langham gazed up into the doctor's face.
"Will I get well?" he demanded.
"I hope so, Marshall--I can see no reason why a few days of quiet won't
see you up and about quite as if nothing had happened."
"Come--I want to know the truth! Do you think I'm hurt internally, is
that it?" He sought to raise himself on his elbow but slipped back
groaning.
"You have sustained a very severe shock, still--" began the doctor.
"Will I recover?" insisted Langham impatiently.
"Oh, _please_, Marshall!" cried Evelyn.
"I want to know the truth! If you don't think you can stand it, go out
into the hail while I thresh this matter out with Taylor!" But Evelyn
did not leave her place at his bedside.
"You must not excite yourself!" said Taylor.
"Humph--if you won't tell me what I wish to know, I'll tell you my
opinion; it is that I am not going to recover. I must see Moxlow. Who is
down-stairs?"
"Colonel Harbison and his nephew."
"Ask Watt to find Moxlow and bring him here. He's probably at his
boarding-house."
He spoke with painful effort, and the doctor glanced uncertainly at
Evelyn, who by a slight inclination of the head indicated that she
wished her husband's request complied with. Taylor quitted the room.
"Why do you wish to see Moxlow?" Evelyn asked the moment they were
alone.
"I want him here; I may wish to tell him something--and I may not, it
all depends," he said slowly, as his heavy lids closed over his tired
eyes.
It was daylight without, and there was the occasional sound of wheels in
the street. Evelyn realized with a sudden sense of shock that unless
Marshall's bloodless lips opened to tell his secret, but a few hours of
life remained to John North.
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