"But she won't,--she'll get well." Here he gave a heavy sigh, and said, "Poor Denner!" "You don't mean Mr.Denner won't get well ?" Helen asked anxiously.
"I'm afraid not," Dr.Howe answered sadly.
They were silent for a little while, and then Helen said in a hushed voice, "Does he know it, uncle Archie ?" "No," said the rector explosively, "he--he doesn't!" Dr.Howe was evidently disturbed; he pulled up one of the carriage windows with some violence, and a few minutes afterwards lowered it with equal force.

"No, he doesn't," he repeated.

"The doctor only told me this morning that there was no hope.

Says it is a question of days.

He's very quiet; does not seem to suffer; just lies there, and is polite to people.
He was dreadfully troubled at breaking up the whist party last Saturday; sent apologies to the other three by Gifford." Dr.Howe tugged at his gray mustache, and looked absently out of the window.