“Is he back in England?”
“In London, yes.”
“What does he want?”
“To see us—that’s all.”
“Not money?”
“No, no. He isn’t in need of that just now. Can you move back to your bed, do you think, if I help you?”
“You won’t let him come near me?”
“He shall go straight from this room out of the house.”
“Come,” he said, presently; “I’ll try.”
I almost lifted him to his feet, and he clung to my arm, stumbling beside me down the passage to his room.