She would like to talk with you, and her aunt wants to see you too; they think there's nobody like the 'old Doctor'." He was not too old to be pleased with this preference, and said he was willing to go when they were ready.

With no small labor of preparation he was at last got to the house, and crept with his son's aid up to the little room over the water, where his patient was still lying.
There was a little too much color in Myrtle's cheeks and a glistening lustre in her eyes that told of unnatural excitement.

It gave a strange brilliancy to her beauty, and might have deceived an unpractised observer.

The old man looked at her long and curiously, his imperfect sight excusing the closeness of his scrutiny.
He laid his trembling hand upon her forehead, and then felt her pulse with his shriveled fingers.

He asked her various questions about herself, which she answered with a tone not quite so calm as natural, but willingly and intelligently.