She shook her head, and turned uneasily on the pillow. He did not understand.
"What is it?" he asked gently. "What can I do for you? Tell me."
"I want to see some one very much. How long shall I live?"
"You will get quite well," said Kalmon, in a reassuring tone. "But you must be very quiet." Again she moved her burning cheek on the pillow.
"Do you want to see a priest?" asked the Professor, thinking he had guessed. "Is that it?"
"Yes—there is time for that—some one else—could you? Will you?"
"Yes." Kalmon bent down quickly, for he thought the delirium was coming again. "Who is it?" he asked.
"Aurora—I mean, the Signorina—can you? Oh, do you think you could?"
"I'll try," Kalmon answered in great surprise.
But now the hoarseness was suddenly gone, and her sweet voice was softly humming an old song of the hills, forgotten many years, and the Professor saw that she did not know him any more. He nodded to Teresa, who was in the room, and went out.