"I ought to go?" he asked vaguely.
"Yes, pretty soon. But I suppose you'll have to see Grace, and—to-night I'll have to see—"
He bowed his head. "Yes, we've got to pay that part first. The best we can do and all we can give ought to be enough for him."
II
She turned, left him, passing through the great doors to the central rooms within. Following her still, he found her at the stair and joined her. There approached them now, with hasty tread and face somewhat excited, the medical man who had been for so many days now in attendance upon Grace Rawn and her child. He had come on his morning visit unnoticed by them.
"Ah," he began, "I'm glad to find you, Mrs. Rawn—and you, Mr. Halsey—I've been looking for you—Come! Come quickly!" His face showed plainly his agitation.
"Is there anything wrong?" demanded Halsey sharply. "What's the trouble?"
"It is my duty to tell you the truth," began the doctor. "Your wife is a very sick woman, indeed."
"I know that, yes."
"But not the worst until this morning, until just now. Something—"