“There, there,” quieted Kemp; “don’t exhaust yourself. Miss Levice, that fan, please. A little higher? How’s that?”
“Do not go, Doctor,” he said feebly; “I have something to say, to do, and you—I want you—give me something—I must say it now. Esther, where are you?”
“Here, love.”
“Mr. Levice, you must not talk now,” put in Kemp, authoritatively; “whatever you have to say will last till morning.”
“And I?”
“And you. Now go to sleep.”
Mrs. Levice followed him to the door.
“You spoke just now of a nurse,” she said through her pale lips; “I shall not want one: I alone can nurse him.”
“There is much required; I doubt if you are strong enough.”
“I am strong.”