Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Theskincoloured,andshestirredslightly.Hesaidtothenewnurse—SisterDorishecalledher:

           "Sheisallright.Shewillwakeinafewhoursatlatest.Shemaybedizzyanddistraughtatfirst,orperhapshysterical.Ifso,youknowhowtotreather."

           "Yes,sir!"answeredSisterDorisdemurely;andwewentbacktoMr.Trelawny’sroom.Assoonaswehadentered,Mrs.GrantandtheNursewentoutsothatonlyDoctorWinchester,MissTrelawny,andmyselfremainedintheroom.WhenthedoorhadbeenclosedDoctorWinchesteraskedmeastowhathadoccurred.Itoldhimfully,givingexactlyeverydetailsofarasIcouldremember.Throughoutmynarrative,whichdidnottakelong,however,hekeptaskingmequestionsastowhohadbeenpresentandtheorderinwhicheachonehadcomeintotheroom.Heaskedotherthings,butnothingofanyimportance;thesewereallthattookmyattention,orremainedinmymemory.Whenourconversationwasfinished,hesaidinaverydecidedwayindeed,toMissTrelawny:

           "Ithink,MissTrelawny,thatwehadbetterhaveaconsultationonthiscase."Sheansweredatonce,seeminglyalittletohissurprise:

           "Iamgladyouhavementionedit.Iquiteagree.Whowouldyousuggest?"

           "Haveyouanychoiceyourself?"heasked."AnyonetowhomyourFatherisknown?Hasheeverconsultedanyone?"

           "Nottomyknowledge.ButIhopeyouwillchoosewhoeveryouthinkwouldbebest.