"Yes, if he would care to see me. Ask him whether he will or not."
But Jack had followed Toby, and before he could answer had come out of his room.
"It is awfully good of you to come, Lily!" he said. "But go away again. It is not fit you should be here."
"If Kit wants me, I shall see her," she said. "Please let her know that I am here, Jack."
"It isn't fit," said Jack again.
"I think differently," said Lily gently. "Please tell her at once, Jack."
Jack looked at her a moment in silence, biting his lip nervously.
"Ah God!" he cried, suddenly stung by some helpless remorse and regret, and without more words he went upstairs to see whether Kit would see her. He could not bring himself to go into the room, but asked through the maid. Soon he appeared again at the head of the stairs, beckoning to Lily, who was waiting in the hall below, and she went up. He held the door of Kit's bedroom open for her, and she went in.
The room was very dark, and, like Toby, it took her a few seconds before she could distinguish objects. From the corner to the right of the rose-square of the window came a faint moaning. Lily walked across to the bedside.
"Kit," she said, "my poor Kit! I have come."