"Yes, two houses in Melbourne."
"Ony other?" said McKeel, looking dubiously at Lanky.
"Yes, £15,000 left me by my Uncle Tom."
McKeel looked up in astonishment. Seeing Annie at the door he could not help saying, "I congratulate you, Annie."
"Is Annie here?" whispered the patient.
"Step forrit, Annie," said McKeel.
Lanky took her hand. She was crying.
"Don't cry for me," he said; "only say you love me. It will be a great consolation to me. You see how I love you."
"Oh yes," she sobbed; "I hope you will not die. You'll soon be better."