"I'm not particularly stuck on that doctor chap," he said, tucking the coverlet about me with awkward tenderness, "but I'm so thankful tonight I just can't be sour on anybody."
"Sweetheart, sweetheart!" He put his cheek to mine. "To think how nearly I lost you!" And my heart echoed the exclamation could not speak aloud:
"Ah! Dicky, to think how nearly I lost YOU."
XXVIII
A DARK NIGHT AND A TROUBLED DAWN
"How many more trains are there tonight?"
Lillian Underwood's voice was sharp with anxiety. My voice reflected worry, as I answered her query.
"Two, one at 12:30, and the last, until morning, 2 o'clock."
"Well, I suppose we might as well lie down and get some sleep. They probably will be out on the last train."
"You don't suppose," I began, then stopped.