"Yes, that was all right enough."
"And how soon shall you know if he's likely to rally?"
"Impossible to say."
"Any bad signs?"
"No, nothing apparent as yet."
"You must be very tired," she said, with a tender, unnoticed touch of her hand to his forehead.
"Not very."
"Have you been there all this time?"
"No, I have made one or two other calls. I was there again just now."
"Do have some tea," said Lucy, striking a match and lighting the alcohol lamp under her little brass kettle, to prepare the cup of weak, sugarless, creamless tea, the only luxury of taste which the doctor, otherwise rigidly keeping to a special unvaried regimen, allowed himself; and while he sipped it languidly, she watched him intently. If only he would say anything without being asked! But she could not wait.