"He's asleep."
"He's all right for the next few days," said Charlton. "After that—I don't know. I'm very doubtful."
Jane was depressed, but not so depressed as she would have been had not her father so long looked like death and so often been near dying.
"Stay at home until I see how this is going to turn out. Telephone your sister to be within easy call. But don't let her come here. She's not fit to be about an ill person. The sight of her pulling a long, sad face might carry him off in a fit of rage."
Jane observed him with curiosity in the light streaming from the front hall. "You're a very practical person aren't you?" she said.
"No romance, no idealism, you mean?"
"Yes."
He laughed in his plain, healthy way. "Not a frill," said he. "I'm interested only in facts. They keep me busy enough."
"You're not married, are you?"
"Not yet. But I shall be as soon as I find a woman I want."