Doctor Halbert hoped much from a
strong constitution, but work and worry had reduced its vitality before
the dreadful drain came on the life blood. Soon, he came down stairs
with the Squire, both looking very solemn. "Let me go to my friend,
Doctor," pleaded Wilkinson, and many other offers of service were made,
but the doctor shook his head. "Miss Marjorie is there and will not
leave him," he answered; "and, if she cannot pull him through, nobody
else can. When she wants help, she will summon you." Then, turning to
Mr. Errol, he said: "I will go with you now, and see to that poor woman
at the post office." The minister took the good doctor's arm, and they
went away dinnerless to attend to the wants of Matilda Nagle, suddenly
smitten down with fever while on the way to obey the imperious infelt
summons of the unseen Rawdon. Mr. Newberry was with her, having been
driven over by that strange mixture of humanity, Yankee Pawkins, and
Mrs. Tibbs was acting as the soul of kindness. The woman's case was a
remarkable combination of natural and mesmeric causes, but presented no
reason for serious apprehension.
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