He slipped his hand under her arm, and, together, they walked up and down the path to the road.
"My dear friend," he said to her, "Kenneth may die, but I know a powerful restorative, that might help to save his life, if we could only bring it to him." He knew her heart better than Kenneth did.
"Oh, let me take it to him," she said eagerly. "I'd be so thankful to have a chance to help save his life. He's done so much for me, and he is such a loyal—friend."
"You shall be the one to bring him the medicine if you will," he said smiling.
"What is it? Where can I get it?" she asked, eager to go on her errand of mercy.
"Where can you get it?" he repeated. "You can find it in your own heart. It is love that will save Kenneth, dear Miss Bright."
Her tears fell fast.
"I fear I have made him very unhappy," she said.
"I suspect you have," he responded.