“Oh, they never disappear for long—not that kind. What had I better do? Is she anything—to him?”
Barbara was saved the necessity of answering because Letty, who was on the other side of the bed, bent over and kissed the feet, as she had kissed them once before.
“Is she dotty?” Miss Gallifer whispered. “Ought I to take her by the shoulders and put her out the door? I could, you know—a scrap of a thing like that.”
Barbara whispered back. “I can’t tell you who she is, but—but I wouldn’t interfere with her.”
“Oh, the doctor’ll do that. He’ll not––”
But Letty raised herself, addressing the nurse. “Is he—dead?”
Miss Gallifer’s tone was the curt one we use to inferiors. “No, he’s not dead.”
“Is he going to die?”
“Not this time, I think.”