"Hardross," she said softly, "what is the matter with him?"
"General breakdown," I answered; "I do not know of anything else."
"What does the doctor say?"
"The London doctor," I admitted, "gave little hope. Rust cannot discover that anything much is the matter with him."
"You yourself—what do you think?"
I hesitated. Her fingers gripped my arm.
"I think that he is very ill," I answered.
"Dying?"
"I should not be surprised."
She looked back towards the terrace. Her eyes were full of tears.