Things are in statu quo, that's all. I have to
rely upon my own efforts. What's the time? Half-past ten; I can
get two hours' work before going to bed.'
And nodding a good-night he left them.
When Marian entered the house and went upstairs, she was followed
by her mother. On Mrs Yule's countenance there was a new
distress, she had been crying recently.
'Have you seen him?' the mother asked.
'Yes. We have talked about it.'
'What does he wish you to do, dear?'
'There's nothing to be done except wait.'
'Father has been telling me something, Marian,' said Mrs Yule
after a long silence. 'He says he is going to be blind. There's
something the matter with his eyes, and he went to see someone
about it this afternoon. He'll get worse and worse, until there
has been an operation; and perhaps he'll never be able to use his
eyes properly again.'
The girl listened in an attitude of despair.
'He has seen an oculist?--a really good doctor?'
'He says he went to one of the best.'
'And how did he speak to you?'
'He doesn't seem to care much what happens.
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