And thus all manner of trouble came upon the inhabitants of the Small House, falling upon them as it were in a heap together.  It was as yet barely two months since those terrible tidings had come respecting Crosbie; tidings which, it was felt at the time, would of themselves be sufficient to crush them; and now to that misfortune other misfortunes had been added,—­one quick upon the heels of another.  In the teeth of the doctor’s kind prophecy Lily became very ill, and after a few days was delirious.  She would talk to her mother about Crosbie, speaking of him as she used to speak in the autumn that was passed.  But even in her madness she remembered that they had resolved to leave their present home; and she asked the doctor twice whether their lodgings at Guestwick were ready for them.

It was thus that Crofts first heard of their intention.  Now, in these days of Lily’s worst illness, he came daily over to Allington, remaining there, on one occasion, the whole night.  For all this he would take no fee;—­nor had he ever taken a fee from Mrs Dale.  “I wish you would not come so often,” Bell said to him one evening, as he stood with her at the drawing-room fire, after he had left the patient’s room; “you are overloading us with obligations.”  On that day Lily was over the worst of the fever, and he had been able to tell Mrs Dale that he did not think that she was now in danger.

“It will not be necessary much longer,” he said; “the worst of it is over.”

“It is such a luxury to hear you say so.  I suppose we shall owe her life to you; but nevertheless—­”

“Oh, no; scarlatina is not such a terrible thing now as it used to be.”

“Then why should you have devoted your time to her as you have done?  It frightens me when I think of the injury we must have done you.”

“My horse has felt it more than I have,” said the doctor, laughing.  “My patients at Guestwick are not so very numerous.”  Then, instead of going, he sat himself down.  “And it is really true,” he said, “that you are all going to leave this house?”

“Quite true.  We shall do so at the end of March, if Lily is well enough to be moved.”

“Lily will be well long before that, I hope; not, indeed, that she ought to be moved out of her own rooms for many weeks to come yet.”

“Unless we are stopped by her we shall certainly go at the end of March.”  Bell now had also sat down, and they both remained for some time looking at the fire in silence.

“And why is it, Bell?” he said, at last.  “But I don’t know whether I have a right to ask.”

“You have a right to ask any question about us,” she said.  “My uncle is very kind.  He is more than kind; he is generous.  But he seems to think that our living here gives him a right to interfere with mamma.  We don’t like that, and, therefore, we are going.”

The doctor still sat on one side of the fire, and Bell still sat opposite to him; but the conversation did not form itself very freely between them.  “It is bad news,” he said, at last.