So I just stayed where I was.
"Oh, I am so _thankful_ you have come!" Nannie exclaimed, as the doctor
walked in. But, except for a nod, he didn't notice her; he laid his
fingers on papa's pulse, then in a minute or so knelt down and put his
ear to papa's chest. I was watching him so intently that I didn't know
Phil had come in until I heard Nora--she was standing in the hall and
holding the drawing-room doors shut--say, in a low tone, "Hush! don't
make a noise; papa is ill. Dr. Archard's here--in the study."
"What's the matter?" Phil asked, opening his eyes in a startled sort of
way, and looking very serious.
"Why, he complained to Nannie of feeling queer, and then suddenly
fainted away; and since then he has gone from one fainting fit into
another. Isn't it strange? I don't think he has ever done such a thing
as faint in his life before."
"He's been working like a slave over that beastly old Fetich," Phil said
irritably, "as if he was _bound_ to get it finished."
I knew he was cross because he was scared about papa, and sorry for him;
but Nora didn't seem to guess that,--she doesn't see through things like
that as Nannie does,--and now she just put up her eyebrows as if
surprised, and said, "Why, isn't that what you all wanted,--to have the
Fetich finished?"
Phil got red in the face, and he made a step nearer the drawing-room
door.
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