And now I expect to see your roses come back
again. It has been a hard time for you as well as for baby."
When Mr. Granger went out of the room with the physician presently, Dr.
Ormond said gravely,--
"The little fellow is quite safe, Mr. Granger; but you must look to your
wife now."
"What do you mean?"
"She has a nasty little hacking cough--a chest cough--which I don't like;
and there's a good deal of incipient fever about her."
"If there is anything wrong, for God's sake see to her at once!" cried
Daniel Granger. "Why didn't you speak of this before?"
"There was no appearance of fever until to-day. I didn't wish to worry her
with medicines while she was anxious about the child; indeed, I thought the
best cure for her would be the knowledge of his safety. But the cough is
worse to-day; and I should certainly like to prescribe for her, if you will
ask her to come in here and speak to me for a few minutes."
So Clarissa went into the dingy lodging-house sitting-room to see the
doctor, wondering much that any one could be interested in such an
insignificant matter as _her_ health, now that her treasure was safe. She
went reluctantly, murmuring that she was well enough--quite well now; and
had hardly tottered into the room, when she sank down upon the sofa in a
dead faint.
Daniel Granger looked on aghast while they revived her.
"What can have caused this?" he asked.
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