I must stay with you both, but you won't mind
me--God bless you!" and the woman put her arms round George's neck
and kissed him tenderly.
She returned, and presently she redeemed her promise, for she
actually got Mrs. Broad away. At first she was obstinate, but
Priscilla whispered that she wished to see her husband alone, and the
doctor took upon him to warn Mrs. Broad that resistance on her part
might be dangerous. She then retreated with him, and George found
himself by the bedside. His wife was so prostrate that she was
hardly able to make herself heard, but she lifted up her finger and
made a sign that he should bend his head down to her. He bent it
down, and her damp brown hair--the beautiful brown hair he had loved
so--lay on his forehead, and its scent was all about him once more.
"George, my dear," she just breathed out, "I am a poor silly girl,
but I always loved you."
He stopped her instantly with his kisses, but Death had stopped her
too. He recoiled for a moment, and with a sudden scream. "O God,
she's gone!" he fell into the arms of his nurse, who stood behind
him.
CHAPTER XXVI--A PROFESSIONAL CONSULTATION
Three months passed, during which the Allens' pew was vacant at
Tanner's Lane.
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