Derrick tried to laugh, and moved restlessly upon his pillow.
“So I should imagine,” said he. “The fact is—well you see I have been thinking.”
“About—”
“Yes—yes—Grace, I cannot wait—I must hear something. A hundred things might happen. I must at least be sure she is not far away. I shall never regain strength as long as I have not the rest that knowledge will bring me. Will you go to her and take her a few words of gratitude from me?”
“Yes, readily.”
“Will you go now?”
“Yes.”
Grace would have left the room, but Derrick stretched out his hand and touched him.
“Stay—” he said.
Grace turned to him again.