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172 Anne Hereford. [Tus Ancosy. ‘What's that ?—that’s like my carelessness, Miss Delves?” resentfully inquired Jemima, who had come forward on heanng the noise. “Why, your suffering this child to dress herself alone, and go about the house at large. One would think you might have been attentive this morning, of all others.” “ T went up just before eight, and she was asleep,” answered Jemima, with as pert an accent as she dared to use. “ Who was to imagine she’d awake and be down so soon ?” ‘Why did she die? what killed her?” I asked, my sobs choking me. ‘‘Dead! daad/ My Aunt Selina dead !” ‘‘She was taken worse at eleven o'clock last night, and Mr. Lowe was sent for,” explained Charlotte Delves. ‘He could do nothing, and she died at two.” ‘Where was Mr. Edwin Barley ?” “ He was with her.” ‘“ Not when she was taken worse,” interposed Jemima. ‘I was with her alone. It was my turn to sit up, and she had spoken quite cheer- fully to me. Before settling myself in the arm-chair, I went to see if she had dropped asleep. My patience !—my heart went pit-a-pat at the change in her. I ran for Mr. Edwin Barley, and he came in. Mr. Lowe was sent for: everything was done, but she could not be saved.” I turned to Charlotte Delves in my sad distress. ‘ She was so much better last night,” I said, imploringly. ‘‘ She was getting well.” “It was a deceitful improvement,” replied Charlotte Delves—and she seemed really sad and gneved. ‘‘ Lowe said he could have told us so had he been here. Mr. Edwin Barley quite flew out at him, avowing his belief that it was the medical treatment that had killed her.” « And was it?” I eagerly asked, as if, the point ascertained, it could bring her back to life. ‘ Do they know what she died of ?” “As to knowing, I don’t think any of them know too much,” an- swered Charlotte Delves. ‘‘The doctors say the disorder, together with the shock her system had received, could not be subdued. Mr. Edwin Barley says it could have been, under a different treatment. Lowe tells me now he had little hope from the first.” “ And couldn’t open his lips to say so!” interposed Jemima. “It's just like those doctors. The master 1s dreadfully cut up.” They tried to make me take some breakfast, but I could neither eat nor drink. Jemima said they had had theirs “‘ ages ago.” None of the household had been to bed since the alarm. ‘‘ All I know is, that if blame lies anywhere it is with the doctors,” observed Charlotte Delves, as she pressed me to eat. ‘“ Every direction they gave was minutely followed.” ‘“Why did nobody fetch me down to see her ?” * Child, she never asked for you; she was past thinking of things. And to you it would only have been a painful sight.” comicaooks GO) mn