"
I did not answer, but listened as the boy went to the door. Some one
was admitted, and shown into the office.
"Who is it?" I enquired, as Joseph came to the sitting-room.
"Mrs. Wallingford."
My wife and I exchanged glances. She looking grave and curious; but
no remark was made.
"Good-evening, Mrs. Wallingford," said I, on entering my office.
"This is a very bad night for a lady to come out. I hope no one is
seriously ill."
"I wish you would come over and see our Henry, Doctor."
There was a choking tremor in her voice; and as I looked in her
face, I saw that it was pale and distressed.
"What's the matter?" I inquired.
"I can't say what it is, Doctor. Something's wrong. I'm afraid--yes,
I'm afraid he's going out of his senses."
And she wrung her hands together with a nervous uneasiness in
singular contrast with her usual quiet exterior.
"How is he affected?"
"Well, Doctor, he came home last evening looking as white as a
sheet. I almost screamed out when I saw the strange, suffering
expression on his colorless face. My first thought was that he had
fallen somewhere, and been hurt dreadfully.
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