"She will live," said Max curtly.
"And—" said Nick. He was blinking very rapidly as one dazzled.
"Yes; her reason is coming back. She knew me just now."
"Knew you!"
Max nodded without speaking.
Nick turned his yellow face for a moment towards the open window on the stairs. His lips twitched a little. He said no word.
Max leaned against the wall, and passed his handkerchief over his forehead. Sharp as a ferret, Nick turned.
"Come downstairs, old chap! You've been working like a nigger for the past fortnight. You'll knock up if you are not careful."
Max went with him in silence.
At the foot of the stairs he spoke again. "I shall hand her over to Dr. Jim now. She will do better with him than with me as she gets more sensible."