"
"You promise me?"
"Indeed I do."
"Oh, Sylvia, you're so brave--you told the doctor you'd taken care of
some one that was sick before--who was it?"
It was Sylvia's turn to shudder, but she controlled it quickly, and spoke
very quietly.
"I was married for two years to a man who finally died of delirium
tremens. No paid nurse--would have stayed with him--through certain
times. I can't tell you about it, dear, and I'm trying hard to forget
it--you won't ask me about it again, will you?"
"Oh, _Sylvia_! Please forgive me! I--I didn't guess--I'll drink the
medicine--or do anything else you say!"
So Edith fell asleep, and when she woke again, the sun was setting, and
Sylvia still sat beside her, their fingers intertwined. Sylvia looked
down, smiling.
"The doctor has been here to see you, but you didn't wake, and we both
felt it was better not to disturb you. He thinks that all is going
well with you. Will you drink some milk, and let me bathe your face
and hands?"
"No--not--not yet.
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