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He came on the
evening train. You and your wife had better come at once in the
carriage."
Martine retired to the room in which he had seen Mr. Kemble, that
he might compose himself before meeting the physician. The sound
of Helen's voice, the mere proximity of the girl who at this hour
was to have been his wife had not "old chaos" come again for him,
were by no means "straws" in their final and crushing weight.
Motionless, yet with mind verging on distraction, he sat in the
cold, dimly lighted room until aroused by the voice of Dr. Barnes.
"Why, Hobart!" cried his old friend, starting at the bloodshot
eyes and pallid face of the young man, "what is the matter? You
need me, sure enough, but why on earth are you shivering in this
cold room at the hotel?"
Martine again said to Jackson: "Don't leave him," and closed the
door. Then, to the physician: "Dr. Barnes, I am ill and worn-out.
I know it only too well. You must listen carefully while I in
brief tell you why you were sent for; then you and others must
take charge and act as you think best.


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