He went up to her,
raised her gently in his arms, and carried her into her own
room; so perfectly sound asleep was she, that she hardly
stirred, even when he laid her on her bed; and then, drawing
the curtain round her, he left her to herself.
If this long morning had passed slowly and sadly for our
sorrowful little Madelon, it had been a time of anxiety and
uneasiness enough for Horace Graham also; who had never, I
daresay, felt more nervous than during these quiet hours when
M. Linders, partly from the effects of his accident, partly
from the opiates that had been given him, lay unconscious. He
was young in his profession, and though clever and skilled
enough in the technical part, he had had little experience in
what may be called the moral part of it, and he positively
shrank form the moment when this man, of whose life and
character he knew something, should wake up, and he should
have to tell him that he was dying. It was so absolutely
necessary, too, that he should know the danger he was in; for
if, as was too probable from his mode of life, his affairs
were in disorder, and his arrangements for his child's future
had still to be made, the time that remained to him was in all
human probability but short.
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