But not long after midnight he came in again, having only just gone out.
“David has suddenly asked if you were here, Frank,” he said. “He wants to see you, and the doctor thinks you had better go to him. He is getting very restless, and perhaps you may be able to quiet him. That’s what they want you to do. You can trust yourself?”
Frank got up.
“Yes, sir; I know I can,” he said.
The room where he lay was lit by a lamp that was shaded from the bed, and near the head of it was standing the doctor, who nodded to Frank as he came in, and beckoned him to the bed, putting a chair for him by the side of it.
“David, old chap, here I am,” he said.
David turned his tired eyes to him.
“Oh, I say, that’s ripping,” he said faintly. “But I can’t see you very well. Mayn’t there be a bit more light?”
The doctor quietly tilted the shade round the lamp, so that the light fell on Frank’s face.
“Will that do?” said Frank.