Following the noise made by closing the door, Helen's voice rang
up from the hall below, "Papa!"
"Yes, I'm coming, dear," he tried to answer cheerily. Then he
wrung Martine's hand and whispered, "Send for Dr. Barnes. God
knows you should have relief. Tell Jackson also to have a carriage
go for Mr. Nichol at once. After the doctor comes you may leave
all in our hands. Good-by."
Martine heard the rustle of a lady's dress and retired
precipitately.
CHAPTER X
"YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND"
With an affectation of briskness he was far from feeling, Mr.
Kemble came down the stairs and joined his daughter in the hall.
He had taken pains to draw his hat well over his eyes,
anticipating and dreading her keen scrutiny, but, strange to say,
his troubled demeanor passed unnoticed. In the interval of waiting
Helen's thoughts had taken a new turn. "Well, papa," she began, as
they passed into the street, "I am curious to know about the sick
man. You stayed an age, but all the same I'm glad I came with you.
Forebodings, presentiments, and all that kind of thing seemed
absurd the moment I saw Jackson's keen, mousing little visage.
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