Marjon made no reply.
"Do you remember that he said he should soon go away from us?"
"If only I could nurse him," she said.
"Is he going to die?" asked Johannes.
"He can die as well as we. Is he not flesh and blood?"
"He will never really die, though."
"Nor will we, Jo. But what does that avail us? I can't do without him."
And she sobbed again, hopelessly.
"Perhaps it is not so had," said Johannes. "We will call in the morning, and they surely will let us see him."
And so they talked on for a time. Then Johannes said: