Elisia was at his side in a moment.
“What can I get you, sir?” she said gently.
“Nothing. Come and sit here. I want to talk to you.”
“Do you feel strong enough, sir?”
“Yes.”
She brought her work and sat near him, but he signed to her to put the work away.
“I want to talk to you seriously about the past.”
She glanced at him quickly, and he went on.
“Yes—about the past. I have not said a word till now. I have been too weak, and it is only just within the last day or two that I have grasped it all thoroughly.”
“Pray leave it still, sir,” she said, with some show of agitation.