"That means--the worst," she said, her clasped fingers speaking the
language of despair. "Oh, Doctor, you who know so much, can't you help
him? Think, think of everything; there must be something! Only do your
best, do your utmost; you will, won't you?"
His deep, grave eyes answered her silently as he took both her little
clasped hands in his one strong one, saying simply, --
"Trust me, but only so far as lies within my human power. He is somewhat
eased, and asks for you. Look at your mother: she is surpassing herself;
if your love for him can achieve one half such a conquest, you will but be
making good your inheritance. I shall be in again at one, and will send
some medicines up at once." He ended in his usual businesslike tone, and
walked hastily downstairs.
There was perfect quiet in the room as Ruth entered. Propped high by many
pillows, Jules Levice lay in his bed; his wife's arm was about him; his
head rested on her bosom; with her one disengaged hand she smoothed his
white hair. Never was the difference between them more marked than now,
when her beautiful face shone above his, which had the touch of the
destroyer already upon it; never was the love between them more marked than
now, when he leaned in his weakness upon her who had never failed him in
all their wedded years.
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