"You've never done less. I'm very willing that Dinah should share. So's mother I'm sure."
"Try and get a bit of sleep now, my old dear," said Dinah. "And thank you dearly—dearly for thinking on me; but—no matter, you get off if you can. Will you drink?"
He nodded and she gave him some warm milk.
"I'll drop the blind," she said and did so.
In her thoughts was already the determination to forego any legacy under any circumstances. She longed to tell Jane that she meant to do so.
Mr. Bamsey shut his eyes and presently dozed. The steam kettle made a little chattering in the silence, but the sick man's breathing was the loudest sound in the room.
He slept, though Dinah knew that he would not sleep long. To her concern John began talking of what had passed.
He proceeded in undertones.
"Don't think I don't approve what father's done. I do; and I wish to God you'd take two-thirds—mine as well as your own—in fulness of time. Which you would do, Dinah, if you came to me. Why can't you see it?"
"Why can't you, John?"