But she didn’t. And as the evening wore on her temperature rose; her little burning face grew more desperate. She began to talk, feverishly, excitedly. Dr. Everton called again. He gave a few directions, and urged them to keep her mind as quiet as possible. "Her temperature is very high. She hardly knows what she is saying. I believe she has something on her mind. I will call early to-morrow morning. No talk, please; she _must_ be kept quiet." "Nell, people never want to kill theirselves in Ireland, do they? There’s not a bad old monnyment there. It had three hundred million steps. The man said so. It was _very_ high, you see, and I was glad, because I thought I’d be able to see over all the roofs, and I thought I’d see the sea and a blue mist and Ireland shinin’ out—all green—oh, I want to go home, Nell! I want to go home!" She broke out into pitiful crying, too bad now to fight any longer. "You shall soon—you shall soon—" Nell’s arms were round her; her voice choked. "I want to go now! S’pose I’m dead before mother and dad come back?—All green—and cool—I’m all scorchin’, but I wouldn’t be there—Oh, I want to go home! I want just to _look_ at it!—I’ll come back quite quick—I b’lieve I’ll _die_ if I don’t go!—Molly O’Rourke died, because she went to America. I’ll die, too—I’m all _sick_ inside—" She shook all over with sobs; her voice rose to a wail of utter woe. "I _must_ see it—all green—and the colt—oh, he can go—he’ll be a fine horse, miss, entirely—look at the legs of him already!—Where’s the sugar, then, you bad boy? _He_ knows!—All dirt and smoke and houses—and houses—and a great big monnyment where people kill theirselves. Nell, where are you? _Nell_—I b’lieve you’re throwin’ yourself off the monnyment—" She quieted down a little; her body shook with deep, silent sobs. She began whispering to herself. "If I could just see you—just for one minute—just walk ’long on the grass—by the stream—and up the Kilsparran hill—and go and see Biddy—with the turf smokin’ in my eyes—and smell it—" Then she broke out crying again. "I want to go home! I want to go home!" Nell tried to soothe her. She was trembling herself; but the Atom’s little body was torn and shaken with her awful weeping. She clung to Nell, crying out pitifully that she must go home—she must go home. "I can’t bear it any longer—I’m stiflin’—_please_—just to let me _feel_ it—I’ll come back—so good—oh, _please_—I must go home! Oh, I want to go home! Where’s Denis? I want Denis—" "I’ll go and fetch him, dear. Will you wait?" She went out on to the landing. He was walking up and down: he turned quickly. She shut the door quietly, and went to meet him. Her face was quite white; when she spoke, her voice shook. "She wants you. She—she’s crying for home—" Her lips quivered so that she could not go on. "I can’t quiet her. She’s—oh, I can’t stand it, Denis!" She broke into sudden passionate tears.