She will, I know,
be glad to see me, wounded and stricken though I am."
"She has already seen you."
"Indeed!"
"Yes; and not content with _seeing_ you merely, your lips are not yet
cold from the kiss she imprinted upon them;" and a smile, not altogether
stoical, lit up the doctor's cold expression. "You shall see her, but
the instant I perceive that the interview is prejudicial to your nerves,
I shall remove her."
"Thank you, doctor!" said Henry, fervently.
"O, it is part of my treatment. It may do you more good than all my
physic. I have known such cases."
"I am sure it will," returned the patient.
Dr. Vaudelier retired, and after a serious charge to Emily, he
reentered, leading the Hygeia who was to restore the sick man.
"Be careful," was the doctor's monition, as he elevated his fore-finger,
in the attitude of caution; "be careful."
"O, Emily!" exclaimed Henry, more gently than the nature of the
interview would seem to allow, as he extended his hand to her.
Emily silently took the hand, and while a tell-tale tear started from
her eye, she pressed it gently; but the pressure startled the sick man's
blood, and sent it thrilling with joy through its lazy channels.
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