"It shall be done," I assured him.
This was the nearest he ever came to telling anything to confirm the words of the Captain concerning the service which he gave his brothers of the south.
It was well into the morning when I arose to leave. After repeating directions to Prosper about the medicine and the temperature of the room, I went to his bed, for he was not asleep.
"I shall call about noon," I said, "and hope to find you better."
"My friend," said he rather abruptly, "if I should need a nurse other than old Prosper, whom would you likely get for me?"
"I scarcely know," I answered. "You will need someone. Prosper has not the strength to give you constant attention.... Perhaps Miss Gwyn might help. She has often nursed cases for me. Living just across the street, I do not see why she would not at least run in now and then."
"Ah," he sighed with evident relief. "Could you—do you suppose she would come to-morrow? You see," he said with eagerness, "I may become too ill before long to tell her about the house. Prosper, you know, is such a deaf old curmudgeon. He's good enough. Do not think I do not love Prosper.... But do you think she would come?"
"I am sure she will come," I answered. "Especially if it is your request."
"I thank you. I think I should like it very much indeed to have her occasionally in to see me.... Good-night, Monsieur Doctor.... You are very kind."