Choking back the sobs that would have convulsed me, I tapped at my father's chamber door, and briefly delivered my message. Then going back, I seated myself in a corner of the room. My mother's eyes were closed, though whether she was asleep, or absorbed in thought, I could not tell. But she was evidently not aware of my presence.
In about five minutes, my father's step was heard, and I could perceive the faintest flush steal over her White cheek, while her eyes at once opened.
How do you find yourself this evening, Mrs. Frazer? Asked he, in his ordinary cool voice.
Failing rapidly. But I cannot die in peace without a few words. Will you not sit beside me?
He complied, though with evident reluctance, and she held out her hand to him.
I trust you are not intending to get up any scenes, said be, taking no notice of her movement. You know I detest them, and besides, your physician says excitement is the worst thing for you.
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