"Give him time to think," said the doctor. "For the child's sake, give him time to think! A minute may change him."
"I will give him five minutes," answered Mr. Neal, placing his watch on the table, implacable just to the very last.
They waited, both looking attentively at Mr. Armadale. The signs of change which had appeared in him already were multiplying fast. The movement which continued mental agitation had communicated to the muscles of his face was beginning, under the same dangerous influence, to spread downward. His once helpless hands lay still no longer; they struggled pitiably on the bedclothes. At sight of that warning token, the doctor turned with a gesture of alarm, and beckoned Mr. Neal to come nearer. "Put the question at once," he said; "if you let the five minutes pass, you may be too late."
Mr. Neal approached the bed. He, too, noticed the movement of the hands. "Is that a bad sign?" he asked.
The doctor bent his head gravely. "Put your question at once," he repeated, "or you may be too late."
Mr. Neal held the letter before the eyes of the dying man "Do you know what this is?"
"My letter."
"Do you insist on my posting it?"
He mastered his failing speech for the last time, and gave the answer: "Yes!"
Mr. Neal moved to the door, with the letter in his hand. The German followed him a few steps, opened his lips to plead for a longer delay, met the Scotchman's inexorable eye, and drew back again in silence. The door closed and parted them, without a word having passed on either side.
The doctor went back to the bed and whispered to the sinking man: "Let me call him back; there is time to stop him yet!" It was useless. No answer came; nothing showed that he heeded, or even heard. His eyes wandered from the child, rested for a moment on his own struggling hand, and looked up entreatingly in the compassionate face that bent over him. The doctor lifted the hand, paused, followed the father's longing eyes back to the child, and, interpreting his last wish, moved the hand gently toward the boy's head. The hand touched it, and trembled violently. In another instant the trembling seized on the arm, and spread over the whole upper part of the body. The face turned from pale to red, from red to purple, from purple to pale again. Then the toiling hands lay still, and the shifting color changed no more.