The doctor stepped hastily forward, felt his pulse and placed his
hand over his heart. "Is he dead?" said Mrs. Baynard, in a calm voice,
but her face was pale as marble. The doctor made no reply but raised his
hand as if to enjoin silence, and he quickly applied powerful draughts
to the soles of his feet: if these took effect they might have hope. In
a short time the patient made a slight movement as if from pain, and the
physician hastily called for wine, saying, "Life is still there, and if
it can for a short time be sustained by stimulants, he may rally." Ere
the morning sun rose, the doctor expressed a hope that the crisis was
past, and that he would recover. For several days, he lay weak and
helpless as an infant; but the doctor assured us that he was slowly but
surely recovering. Soon after he was so far recovered as to spend a
portion of each day at our place of business.
I received a letter from Charley Gray informing me that he intended
spending several weeks of the summer at Elmwood, and urgently requesting
me to meet him there.
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