Give me the date to-night, and you shall have the volume
you want by two o'clock to-morrow afternoon."
The necessary information was given at once, and, with a great
sense of relief, so far as his literary anxieties were concerned,
Mr. Carling went home early to see what the quieting medicine had
done for his wife.
She had dozed a little, but had not slept. However, she was
evidently better, for she was able to take an interest in the
sayings and doings at the dinner-party, and questioned her
husband about the guests and the conversation with all a woman's
curiosity about the minutest matters. She lay with her face
turned toward him and her eyes meeting his, until the course of
her inquiries drew an answer from him, which informed her of his
fortunate discovery in relation to Mr. Rambert's library, and of
the prospect it afforded of his resuming his labors the next day.
When he mentioned this circumstance, she suddenly turned her head
on the pillow so that her face was hidden from him, and he cou ld
see through the counterpane that the shivering, which he had
observed when her illness had seized her in the morning, had
returned again.
"I am only cold," she said, in a hurried way, with her face under
the clothes.
He rang for the maid, and had a fresh covering placed on the bed.
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