Marion uttered a sign of annoyance, and hurried to meet him.
“You must not stay, Paddy,” she whispered. “It is so important that Robert should be kept quiet.”
“All right,” he said. “I didn’t want to come, but Jem sent me. He doesn’t like your being alone with the doctor.”
An angry frown darkened Marion’s face.
“Go,” she said firmly. “Paddy, I think he will live now.”
“Thank God!” cried the young fellow, fervently. “But, I say, if I go I’m pretty sure that Jem will come himself. He as good as said so.”
“Stop him, then, and tell him to go to his wife.”
Paddy shrugged his shoulders.
“You know what he is.”
“Yes,” said Marion, bitterly, “I know what he is,” and she pointed towards the couch. “We know what he is. Now go.”