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Chapter IV |
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It was all George could do to control his voice. "You--you went to see him?" he stammered. "Yes," said his mother. "You know him?" "No, no," he answered. "Or--that is--I have met him, I think. I don't know." And then to himself, "My God!" There was a silence. "He is coming to talk to you," said the mother, at last. George was hardly able to speak. "Then he is very much disturbed?" "No, but he wants to talk to you." "To me?" "Yes. When the doctor saw the nurse, he said, 'Madame, it is impossible for me to continue to attend this child unless I have had this very day a conversation wit the father.' So I said 'Very well,' and he said he would come at once." George turned away, and put his hands to his forehead. "My poor little daughter!" he whispered to himself. "Yes," said the mother, her voice breaking, "she is, indeed, a poor little daughter!" A silence fell; for what could words avail in such a situation? Hearing the door open, Madame Dupont started, for her nerves were all a-quiver with the strain she had been under. A servant came in and spoke to her, and she said to George, "It is the doctor. If you need me, I shall be in the next room." |
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