"It is David," she said. "Do you hear? Oh, my God, it is David!"
The doctor did not answer; but, as the little procession reached the top of the staircase, he stepped forward.
"Found unconscious in the Liverpool train," said the house-surgeon. "Seems a bad case; but still alive."
The bearers moved towards the ward; but Diana, white and rigid, barred the way.
"Not here," she said, and her voice seemed to her to come from miles away. "Not here. Into the private ward."
They turned to the left and entered a small quiet room.
"It is David," repeated Diana, mechanically. "It is David."
They placed the stretcher near the bed, which the nurse was quickly making ready.
As if conscious of some unexpected development, all stood away from it, in silence.