She went into her mother's bed-room, just behind the drawing-room, and paced it up and down, while awaiting the doctor's coming out. Every now and then she stopped to listen; she fancied she heard a moan. She clenched her hands tight, and held her breath. She was sure she heard a moan. Then all was still for a few minutes more; and then there was the moving of chairs, the raised voices, all the little disturbances of leave-taking.
When she heard the door open, she went quickly out of the bedroom.
"My father is from home, Dr. Donaldson; he has to attend a pupil at this hour. May I trouble you to come into his room downstairs?"

She paced up and down in the next room, awaiting the doctor's coming out. Every now and then she fancied she heard a moan. She clenched her hands tight, and held her breath. All was still for a few minutes more; and then there was the moving of chairs, and the raised voices of leave-taking.
When she heard the door open, she went quickly to meet him.
'My father is out with a pupil, Dr. Donaldson. May I trouble you to come into his room downstairs?'
