It was the second night that neither of them had slept, watching the boy who was in a high fever.
These last days, mistrusting their household doctor and expecting another for whom they had sent to town, they had been trying first one remedy and then another.
Worn out by sleeplessness and anxiety they threw their burden of sorrow on one another and reproached and disputed with each other.
"Petrusha has come with papers from your father," whispered the maid.
Prince Andrew went out.