`ItisHelenHuntingdon，’saidI，quietly，rising，atthesametime，andremovingtoalessconspicuousposition。
`Imustbegoingmad，’criedhe——`orsomething——deliriousperhaps——Butleaveme，whoeveryouare——Ican’tbearthatwhiteface，andthoseeyes——forGod’ssakego，andsendmesomebodyelse，thatdoesn’tlooklikethat！’
Iwent，atonce，andsentthehirednurse。Butnextmorning，I
venturedtoenterhischamberagain；and，takingthenurse’splacebyhisbed-side，Iwatchedhimandwaitedonhimforseveralhours，showingmyselfaslittleaspossible，andonlyspeakingwhennecessary，andthennotabovemybreath。Atfirstheaddressedmeusthenurse，but，onmycrossingtheroomtodrawupthewindow-blinds，inobediencetohisdirections，hesaid——
`No，itisn’tnurse；it’sAlice。Staywithmedo！thatoldhagwillbethedeathofme。’