"
"But hardly convalescent, she will die. Woe is me!"
At this moment, David, the black physician, entered precipitately: holding
in his hands a small box filled with vials, and a paper, which he handed to
Murphy.
"David, my child is dying. I have saved your life--you must save my child!"
cried Rudolph.
Although amazed at these words of the prince, who spoke of his child, the
doctor ran to Fleur-de-Marie, whom Lady d'Harville held in her arms, took
hold of the young girl's pulse, placed his hand on her forehead, and
turning toward Rudolph, who, pained and alarmed, awaited his doom, he said:
"There is no danger, let your highness be assured."
"You speak the truth--no danger--none?"
"Not any, your highness. A few drops of ether, and this attack will pass
over."
"Oh! thank you, David--my good David!" cried the prince, warmly. Then
turning toward Clemence, Rudolph added, "She lives--our daughter will
live."
Murphy had just cast his eyes over the note which David had placed in his
hand; he shuddered, and looked at the prince with affright.
"Yes, my old friend," said Rudolph, "in a short time my daughter will say
to Lady d'Harville," My mother!'"
"My lord," said Murphy, trembling, "the news of yesterday was false."
"What do you say?"
"A violent attack, followed by a fainting fit, had caused them to think
that the Countess M'Gregor was dead.
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