"Silence, boy!" she cried, looking at me vindictively. "Do you think I do not know all because I sit helpless here? You, too, have helped to encourage him in his madness, when he might have been a professional man by now. I know all, little as you think it, even how you, and this woman, too, fought against me. That child might have been the wife of a good man now, only that he was this wretched creature's lover." "Mother," cried Linny passionately, "are you mad? How dare you say such things!" "That's well," she cried. "You turn against me now. My boy is dying: you have killed him amongst you, and the same grave will hold us both." "Mrs Hallett," said Miss Carr, in her low, sweet voice; and the flush of pride that had come for a few moments into her face faded out, leaving nothing but resignation there, as she crouched there upon her knees by the invalid's chair, "you do not know me, or you would not speak to me like this. Don't turn from me," she said, taking One of the poor weak woman's trembling hands. "Out of my sight, wretch!" she cried. "Your handsome face fascinated him; your pride has killed him! and you have come to triumph in your work." "No, no, no," sobbed Miss Carr in a broken voice, "do not condemn me unheard; I have come to tell him how I love him. Mother, dear mother," she cried, "be pitiful to me, and join your prayers to mine that he may live." Poor weak suffering Mrs Hallett's face changed; her lips quivered, her menacing hands trembled, and with a low moaning wail she bent down, clasping Miriam to her breast, sobbing aloud as she rocked herself to and fro, while Miriam clung to her, caressing the thin worn face, and drawing herself closer and closer in a tight embrace. How long this lasted I cannot tell, but it was interrupted by the entrance of the doctor, who came in very softly. "He is in a very critical state," he said in answer to the inquiring eyes of all. "Hush, my good woman, you must try and be firm," he said parenthetically to Mary, who was trying hard to smother her sobs in her apron. "A nurse ought to have no feelings--I mean no sympathies. As I said," he continued, "our patient is in a very critical state, but he has now sunk into a very restful sleep. There is an access of strength in the pulse that, however, may only be due to excitement, but your visit, ma'am," he continued to Miss Carr, "seems to have wrought a change--mind," he added hastily, "I don't say for the better, but there is a decided change. I will come in again in a couple of hours or so; in the meantime, let some one sit by his bed ready to give him the stimulant the instant he wakes, but sleep may now mean life." The doctor went softly away, and as he closed the door, Miss Carr knelt down once more by Mrs Hallett's chair, holding up her face, and the poor invalid hung back for a moment, and then kissed her passionately.