eighed…down look which people wear when they have watched all night beside one who is hovering between life and death。 She seemed to recover herself a little as her hand rested for a moment in Brian's。
〃He has been asking for you；〃 she said。 〃Do go to him。 The faintness has quite passed off； and they say inflammation has set in； he is in frightful pain。〃
Her lips grew a shade whiter as she spoke and； with an effort； she seemed to turn away from some horrible recollection。
〃There is some breakfast ready for you in here；〃 she said to her aunt。 〃You must have something before you see him。 Oh； I am so glad you have come； auntie！〃
Aunt Jean kissed her and cried a little； trouble always brought these two together however much they disagreed at other times。 Tom did not say a word； but began to cut a loaf to pieces as though they had the very largest appetites； the great pile of slices lay untouched on the trencher； but the cutting had served its purpose of a relief to his pent…up feelings。
Later on there was a consultation of doctors； their verdict was perhaps a little more hopeful than Erica had dared to expect。 Her father had received a fearful internal injury and was in the greatest danger； but there was still a chance that he might recover； it was just possible； and knowing how his constitution had rallied when every one had thought him dying three years before； she grew very hopeful。 Without hope she could hardly have got through those days for the suffering was terrible。 She hardly knew which she dreaded most； the nights of fever and delirium when groans of anguish came from the writhing lips； or the days with their clear consciousness when her father never uttered a word of complaint but just silently endured the torture； replying always； if questioned as to the pain； 〃It's bearable。〃
His great strength and vigor made it seem all the more piteous that he should now be lying in the very extremity of suffering； unable to bear even the weight of the bed clothes。 But all through that weary time his fortitude never gave way； and the vein of humor which had stood him in such good stead all his life did not fail him even now。 On the Monday when he was suffering torments； they tried the application of leeches。 One leech escaped； and they had a great hunt for it； Raeburn astonishing them all by coming out with one of his quaint flashes of wit and positively making them laugh in spite of their anxiety and sorrow。
The weary days dragged on； the torture grew worse； opium failed to deaden the pain； and sleep； except in the very briefest snatches； was impossible。 But at last on the Thursday morning a change set in； the suffering became less intense； they knew； however； that it was only because the end was drawing near and the life energy failing。
For the second time Sir John Larkom came down from London to see the patient； but every one knew that there was nothing to be done。 Even Erica began to understand that the time left was to be measured only by hours。 She learned it in a few words which Sir John Larkom said to Donovan on the stairs。 She was in her own room with the door partly open； eagerly waiting for permission to go back to her father。
〃Oh； it's all up with the poor fellow；〃 she heard the London doctor say。 〃A wonderful constitution； most men would not have held out so long。〃
At the time the words did not convey any very clear meaning to Erica； she felt no very sharp pang as she repeated the sentence to herself； there was only a curious numb feeling at her heart and a sort of dull consciousness that she must move； must get away somewhere； do something active。 It was at first almost a relief to her when Donovan returned and knocked at her door。
〃I am afraid we ought to come to the court；〃 he said。 〃They will； I am sure； take your evidence as quickly as possible。〃
She remembered then that the man Drosser was to be brought up before the magistrates that morning； she and Donovan had to appear as witnesses of the assault。 She went into her father's room before she started； he had specially asked to see her。 He was quite clear…minded and calm； and began to speak in a voice which； though weak and low； had the old musical ring about it。
〃You are going to give evidence； Eric；〃 he said； holding her hand in his。 〃Now； I don't forgive that fellow for having robbed me of life； but one must be just even to one's foes。 They will ask you if you ever saw Drosser before； you will have to tell them of that scene at Greyshot； and you must be sure to say that I said； as we drove off： 'No doubt the poor fellow is half…witted。' Those were my words； do you remember？〃
〃Yes；〃 she said； repeating the words after him at his request。 〃I remember quite well。〃
〃Those words may affect Drosser's case very much； and I don't wish any man to swing for me I have always disapproved of the death penalty。 Probably； though； it will be brought in as manslaughter yes； almost certainly。 There go； my child； and come back to me as soon as you can。〃
But the examination proved too much for Erica's physical powers； she was greatly exhausted by the terrible strain of the long days and nights of nursing； and when she found herself in a hot and crowded court； pitilessly stared at； confronted by the man who was in fact her father's murderer； and closely questioned by the magistrate about all the details of that Sunday evening； her overtasked strength gave way suddenly。
She had told clearly and distinctly about the meeting at Greyshot； and had stated positively that in the Ashborough market place she had seen Drosser give her father a heavy blow and then push him down the Town Hall steps。
〃Can you recollect whether others pushed your father at the same time？〃 asked the magistrate。 〃Don't answer hurriedly； this is an important matter。〃
All at once the whole scene came vividly before Erica the huge crowd； the glare of the lights； her father standing straight and tall； as she should never see him again； his thick white hair stirred by the wind； his whole attitude that of indignant protest； then the haggard face of the fanatic； the surging movement in the black mass of people； and that awful struggle and fall。 Was it he who was falling？ If so she was surely with him； falling down； down； endlessly down。
There was a sudden stir and commotion in the court； a murmur of pity； for Luke Raeburn's daughter had fallen back senseless。
When she came to herself； she was lying on the floor of an office…like room； with her head on Mrs。 MacNaughton's lap。 Brian was bending over her； chafing her hands。 A clock in the building struck one； and the sound seemed to recall things to her mind。 She started up。
〃Oh！〃 she cried； 〃why am I not with my father？ Where have you taken me to？〃
〃It's all right； dear；〃said Mrs。 MacNaughton soothingly； 〃you shall come back directly you are well enough。〃
〃I remember it all now；〃 she said； 〃did I finish？ Must I go back there？〃
It was some relief to know that Donovan had been able to supplement her evidence； and that the examination was in fact over； Drosser having been remanded for a week。 She insisted on going back to the hotel at once； and spent the whole of the afternoon and evening with her father。 He was not in great pain now； but very restless； and growing weaker every hour。 He was able； however； to see several of his friends； and though the farewells evidently tried him； he would not refuse to see those who had come hundreds of miles for that last glimpse。
〃What does it matter if I am exhausted？〃 he said when some one remonstrated with him。 〃It will make no difference at all as far as I am concerned； and it will be a happiness to them for the rest of their lives。 Besides； I shall not die today； perhaps not tomorrow； depend upon it； I shall die hard。〃
They persuaded Erica to rest for the first part of the night。 She left Tom and Brian to watch； and went to her room； making them promise to call her if there were any signs of change。
At last the full realization had come to her； though she hated leaving her father； it was yet a sort of relief to get away into the dark； to be able to give way for a moment。
〃Anything but this； oh； God；〃 she sobbed； 〃anything but this！〃
All else would have been easy enough to bear； but that he should be killed by the violence and bigotry of one who at any rate called himself a Christian； this seemed to her not tolerable。 The hope of years had received its death blow； the life she most loved was sinking away in darkness； the work which she had so bravely taken as her life work was all but over； and she had failed。 Yes； in spite of all her efforts； all her longings； all her love； she had failed； or at any rate apparently failed； and in moments of great agony we do not in fact can not distinguish between the real and the apparent。 Christ Himself could not do it。
She did not dare to let her sobs rise for it was one of the trials of that time that they were not in their own home but in a busy hotel where the partitions were thin and every sound could be heard in the adjoining rooms。 Moreover； Aunt Jean was sleeping with her and must not be disturbed。 But as she lay on the floor； trying to stifle the restrained sobs which shook her from head to foot trying to check the bitter tears which would come； her thoughts were somehow lifted quite away from the present； strange little memories of her childish days returned to her； days when her father had been to her the living incarnation of all that was noble and good。 Often it is not the great events of a child's life which are so vividly remembered； memory seems to be strangely capricious and will single out some special word or deed； some trifling sign of love which has stamped itself indelibly upon the grain to bear its golden harvest of responding love through a life time。 Vividly there came back to her now the eager happiness with which she had awaited a long promised treat； as a little thing of seven years old。 Her father was to take her on some special excursion； she had long ago forgotten what the particular occasion was； only it was something that could come but once； the day lost； the treat would be lost。 But the evening before； when she was on the very tiptoe of expe