"And no one else?" he whispered again. "Is no one else here, Priscilla?"
"There is no one else in the room with me," she answered, quietly. "The rest are up-stairs. You must not talk, Denis. Try to be quiet."
There was hardly any need for the caution, for his eyes were closing again, even then, through sheer exhaustion.
Theo was in her room lying down and trying to rest. But half an hour later, when Pamela came up to her bedside, the dark eyes flew wide open in an instant.
"What is it, Pam?" she asked. "Is he worse again?"
Pam sat down on the bedside, and looked at her with a sort of pity for the almost haggard young face drooping against the white pillow.
"No," she said. "He is better. The doctor said he would be, and he is. Theo, he has spoken to Priscilla Gower, and knows her."
Theo sat up in bed, white and still—all white, it seemed, but her large hollow eyes.
"Pamela," she said. "I must go home."
"Where?" said Pam.