Come, we must all be brave." Rosalind, quite broken down, went to her bed and cried herself to sleep.
When the captain entered the sick-chamber, he found the mother at the bedside.
"My dear Eva," said he, "let me beg you to take a little rest.

I will remain here.

Do give me the pleasure for once.

You know how I shall value the privilege." Mrs Ingleton, who was in truth fairly worn out, was fain to consent, on condition that she should be called at once if necessary.
Having escorted her affectionately to the door, Captain Oliphant seated himself at the bedside, and looked hard at his ward.
The boy lay in a feverish doze, his large dark eyes half-closed, and his head turning now and again restlessly on the pillow.
"My poor dear fellow," said his guardian, bending over him, "how do you feel this afternoon!" "Better, I think.

Where's Rosalind ?" "Gone to bed.