Her Faithful Knight — page 239: what you’re looking at

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Good News that Came T'oo Late. 2 35 body quivering with terror and disgust at the thought of this man’s claim upon her, she sprang from her bed, re- solved, whether it were fraudulent or not, to go through with this deception. “Tell the messenger,”’ she called to Cresswell, “to wait. And please go round to Dr. Wentworth and ask him to come to me at once.” The doctor found her flushed and strangely bright about the eyes, with the temperature of fever, but in manner perfectly calm and sane. “T want you to tell me about the funeral,” she said; “a messenger is waiting to know what is arranged.” A few minutes later Messrs. Searle & Glyn’s emissary set out on his return journey, bearing a short note writ- ten by Dr. Wentworth at Dofothy’s dictation, she having said that she was too weak to hold a pen. “Miss Knight thanks Messrs. Searle & Glyn for their letter, and informs them that the funeral of her sister, Mrs. Darcy Derrick, will start from this address for Brompton Cemetery at twelve o'clock (noon) to-morrow (Tuesday). The state of unnatural excitement in which he found his patient alarmed Dr. Wentworth, and he began to strongly dissuade her against attending her sister’s funeral. Rather to his surprise, she at once yielded to his suggestion that she should stay in bed for a day. “T will tell you frankly, Dr. Wentworth,” she said, “I do not wish to meet my sister’s husband. If you think I am ill and feverish now, I can assure you that the mere sight of him would make me a thousand times worse. I loved my sister beyond everything in the world, and that man’s treatment of her was so unutterably cruel as to be hardly human.” Tears rolled down her face as she spoke in tones of deep earnestness that carried conviction to her hearer, Eomicboo “S (E@)