'I can't, Thyrza. I'm too uneasy about you.'
'Don't be that, Gilbert, I promise you to try and get better.'
Another silence, then he asked
'Will you stay here this morning?'
She just raised her face; fear and entreaty were on the features.
'I only came down for breakfast, to ask you that, and—and to tell you I was so sorry.'
'To be sure,' he replied at once. 'You are not well enough to be up. Lyddy will stay with you?'
'Yes, she is going to stay. I'll come and see you again, if I feel able.'
She offered her hand. He took it, held it a little, then said:
'Thyrza, is there anything on your mind, anything you don't wish to tell me just now, but in a day or two perhaps?'