He hears his voice as he had heard it in the ward: "Matey! Matey! Gor' bless yer, Matey!"
He turns about on the seat. He throws his arms upon its rail. He buries his face upon them.
There is a step across the road. A hand touches him. "Arthur? Is that you, Arthur?"
Mr. Bickers, bending above him.
"Is she dead?"
"She's still unconscious. I'm anxious for Mrs. Bickers, Arthur. I want to take her to lie down a little. Would you just come and watch in case our Essie wakes?"
He gets up and goes with Mr. Bickers to the house.