She had probably had a fancy for writing her letters to himself in his own chair.

It would be like her to have done it.

It gave him a shock to see on a small table a thimble and a pair of scissors.
"I ought to have been told," he said to Dr.Warren.
Dr.Warren sat down and explained why he had not been told.
As he spoke, interest was awakened in his mind by the fact that Lord Walderhurst drew towards him the feminine writing-tablet and opened and shut it mechanically.
"What I want to know," he said, "is, if I shall be able to speak to her.
I should like to speak to her." "That is what one most wants," was Dr.Warren's non-committal answer, "at such a time." "You think I may not be able to make her understand ?" "I am very sorry.

It is impossible to know." "This," slowly, "is very hard on me." "There is something I feel I must tell you, Lord Walderhurst." Dr.
Warren kept a keen eye on him, having, in fact, felt far from attracted by the man in the past, and wondering how much he would be moved by certain truths, or if he would be moved at all.

"Before Lady Walderhurst's illness, she was very explicit with me in her expression of her one desire.