He could not tell him. He only kissed the little hand, and murmured, "God grant you may, my child!"
"I shan't be able to lie still very long. If it wasn't that I feel so tired, I should like to jump up now."
"Are you very tired, Humphrey?"
"Yes," with a sigh, "and my back aches, and so does my head, and feels so funny. It makes my eyes swim, and that makes me so sleepy."
"Will you try to go to sleep?"
"Yes," murmured the child, and his heavy eyes closed; "I shall wake up quite well to-morrow."
"A good sign," whispered Sir Everard to the doctor. The doctor did not answer; and Sir Everard went up to the nursery, to see Miles. The little fellow was gazing out of the window, humming a forlorn little tune to himself. Jane, with red eyes, was sitting at work.
Sir Everard took the child up in his arms "What are you doing, my little man?"
"I'm so dull without Humphie. When will he come and play?"