"I am afraid you have a touch of fever," Alice said, "and I cannot help you now. By-and-by, when my task is done, I may be able to nurse you. If all goes well--"
"It shall go well, Ally," Grif said, dreamily. "It shall go well--you'll be all right, Ally, you will--you see if you won't!"
"If all goes well, Grif, I shall be able to nurse you; for to-morrow, please God! we shall be at rest."
"Yes--to-morrow, please God! we shall be at rest," Grif repeated softly.
"I knew last night that you were ill," she said.
"How?" he asked. "I didn't say anythin', did I?"
"Not when you were awake."
He looked at her, not comprehending her meaning.
"I was sitting by you when you were asleep, Grif."
A sudden moisture came into his eyes, and he repeated her words in a broken voice. "You sat by me when I was asleep! For how long, Ally?"