IN A WINTER CITY. 376
before the soft step of her old friend sounded near
her: he was surprised and startled, but he did
not show it,
" There is stiU hope," he hastened to say, ere
she could speak. " Within the last hour he is
slightly better; they give him quinine constantly.
If the chUls and slUvering do not return, it is just
possible that he may Uve. But------"
His voice faltered in its serenity, and he turned
his head away,
"It is not Ukely?"
Her own voice had scarcely any sound of its
natural tone left in it, yet long habit was so strong
with her that she spoke calmly,
"It is not Ukely. This deadly marsh-poison
is short and fierce. After the fatigue and fasting
in Sicily it has taken fearful hold on him. But
in an hour or two theywiU know—-one way or
" I wiU stay here. Come and tell me—often.
And if—if the worst come—^let me see him.
Leave me now."
He looked at her, hesitated, then left her as
she asked. He guessed all that passed in her