Chapter Six.
Watching the Sufferer.
“What are you going to do about sitting up?” said Alison in a whisper about eleven o’clock that night. “He must not be left.”
“Certainly not,” said Neil, after a glance at the bed where his father lay sleeping uneasily. “I am going to sit with him.”
“That will not do,” said Alison quietly. “You are the doctor, and must be rested and ready when wanted. You had better go to bed and I’ll sit up. Aunt Anne wants to, and so does Isabel, but the old lady is hysterical and fit for nothing, and Isabel is too young.”
“Of course,” said Neil quietly. “But I have settled all that. I shall sit up, and if there is any need I can call you directly.”
Alison looked as if he were going to oppose the plan, but he said nothing for the moment, only sat watching his brother and occasionally turning to the bed as the injured man made an uneasy movement.
They were interrupted by a tap at the door, to which Alison replied, coming back directly to whisper in his brother’s ear.