Patty looked at him, with a queer uncertainty in her eyes. Twice she tried to say something, and couldn’t; and then Farnsworth said softly:
“As I did,—although I doubt if you knew it.”
“Did you, Billee? Really? I thought it was a dream,—wasn’t it?”
“You mean—that day——”
“Yes.”
“No, Patty, it was not a dream. I chanced to come in, and when I asked about you, you must have heard my voice, for you called out to me——”
“And you came.”
“Yes. And you wanted some of my strength,—I gave it to you by putting you to sleep. That was what you needed most.”
“Was that the crisis, Bill?”
“They said so, dear. I am glad I could help.”