Something has occurred.

But don't tell me--" I protested inconsistently, as he opened his lips.

"Send for Mr.Clifton.

He's my friend; I can better bear--" "Here he is," said the doctor, as the door softly opened under the nurse's careful hand.
I looked up, saw Charles's faithful face, and stretched out my hand without speaking.

Never had I needed a friend more, and never had I been more constrained in my greeting.