"Distinctly; in case of fever. Besides, at this stage, the more she sleeps the more easily she will go to sleep again. Poor little mite! This is not half so comfortable a position for her as if she were lying down, but I can't move her till the slumber feeling gets a tighter hold on her. I shall awaken her at medicine time, and she will go to sleep quickly enough by then in any position. Drink?"
"Milk. There is some."
She pointed to a jug standing on a table near by. His eyes followed the direction of her hand; he nodded.
"Good. Now, lie you down on the sofa. Try and get some sleep yourself."
She drew back in astonishment at his suggestion. Shook her head; then expostulated:
"I could not!"
"You must!"
"I cou—"
"You don't want to annoy—to seriously annoy me, do you?"
The voice was very earnest; that voice which she found so wonderfully deep and thrilling. Even in its whisper there was, for her, all the power of great music; even in the lightest words he spoke.