She had started up in bed on hearing her husband's step, but now shrunk down under the clothing and turned her face away.
"Blanche! Blanche!" Mr.Ridley called the name of his wife tenderly as he stood leaning over her.
Moving her head slowly, like one in doubt, she looked at him in a curious, questioning way.

Then, closing her eyes, she turned her face from him again.
"Blanche! Blanche!" For all the response that came, Mr.Ridley might as well have spoken to deaf ears.

Dr.Angier laid his hand on his arm and drew him away: "She must have as little to disturb her as possible, Mr.Ridley.

The case is serious." "Where is Dr.Hillhouse?
Why did not he come ?" demanded Mr.Ridley.
"He will be here after a while.

It is too early for him," replied Dr.
Angier.
"He must come now.