over.â Clara went on, rather quickly: âI was thinkingâoughtnât we to notify the Grobys?â
âOh dear,â said Fanny. âWonât tomorrow do?â
âNot much love lost there,â said Knapp, âbut it might be just as well to give them a ring. I wouldnât want Walt Groby to think he had anything on me. â
âPerhaps theyâll insist on moving her,â said Clara.
This time Knapp allowed her to hold his gaze. He said at last: âShe lived on in this cottage a month after her sister died, Mrs. Gamadge; donât you worry about Alvira, sheâs just like all the rest of the country folksâhates to be sick out of her own home.â
Fanny said, rather uncomfortably, âI think Clara thinks the cottage might have unpleasant associations for Miss Radford.â
âNow my dear,â expostulated Hunter; and Knapp, somewhat crossly, remarked: âStuff. She lived here a month afterwards. Well, Iâd better be moving.â
âIâll go along on foot,â said Hunter. âTow the old horse down, and help you rout out the hired man. Then Iâll come back and get the car and drive in for the medicine.â
Knapp drove slowly down the dark road, Hunter leading old Bill ten paces to the rear. Clara and Fanny washed dishes, while Maggie kept her watch at the bedside. It had already been settled that she, at least, should get to bed promptly at ten oâclock. She had her work to do in the morning.
After a time Hunter was heard starting his car, and Clara told Fanny Hunter that she felt like crying. âYouâre just angels, Fanny, thatâs all.â
âDarling, we love helping you. It was an awful upset.â
âIâll get the Heronsâ room ready for you and Mr. Hunter.â
âIf you go on calling him that he says heâll feel too old to sit up and take care of Miss Radford.â
âI do think she hates being here, Fanny.â
âAnd Dr. Knapp knows it! But what can we do? As he says, she probably wonât even be conscious before morning.â
Hunter returned, and delivered his package to Clara. âThere you are,â he said. âOne of each if she wakes up. Come on out on the porch.â Under stress, Clara was amused to note, his little affectations of speech and manner departed; he was efficient, cool and practical.
When they were all sitting on the bench and smoking, he outlined his plan for the night:
âNow I know you two well enough to know that you wonât let me do what I wantâput a comfortable chair outside Alviraâs door, have a good lamp, and spend the next eight hours contentedly reading, perhaps working. Itâs nothing to me; I like the small hours.â
âSit up from ten oâclock to six in the morning? I never heard anything so frightful,â exclaimed Clara. âItâs my cottage, and Miss Radfordâs my landlady. I wonât have it.â
âWhat is your suggestion?â
Clara had been thinking. âWe might all play cards very quietly until twelve, and then you could sit up till dawn, and Iâd take over after that.â
âCertainly not. I demand the graveyard stretch, and I donât in the least recommend sitting up and playing cards until twelve. We must all get some sleep. Fanny can sit up till twelveâwith the lamp and the chair and the book, you know; you can sit up till two, and I will be responsible for the rest of the night. Iâll call Maggie in the morning.â
Fanny said: âI donât care how long I sit up, but you must sleep in the other little downstairs room.â
âI had no intention of sleeping anywhere else.â
Clara again felt like cryingâthis time from relief. She said: âI should have died without you and Fanny; just died!â
âAfter all,â continued Fanny plaintively, âit isnât as if Miss Radford were an ordinary patient;
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