'Out of bed, Lance! That is getting on!'
'Yes. They thought I should be cooler, and sleep better for it.'
'And are you all alone?' said Clement, hanging over him.
'The maids are about somewhere. Wilmet is gone to the Cathedral, while Jack got me up.'
'Then you must be a great deal better.'
'Oh yes; I haven't had any of that horrid fever since Friday.'
'And the pain?'
'Better, if I lie quite still and it is not hot, but I couldn't stand a bit when I tried. I hardly know how Jack carried me here.'
'You are little and light enough,' said Clement; 'but I'll help to carry you back. I am sorry not to have been here more, Lance, but I was so much wanted at home.'
'Thank you, I didn't want any one. Jack is such a fellow; and Wilmet—somehow, Clem, I never seem to have cared enough about W. W.'