“Then I’ll go and sit by him till he’s better!” said the lieutenant, resolutely.
The colonel followed him to the door, and laid his hand on the young man’s shoulder.
“Lacey, my boy,” he half-whispered, “take the doctor’s advice and mine—you are not yourself now.”
“He saved our lives, sir,” said the young officer. “One can’t do too much for a man like that.”
“No, my dear boy, one cannot; but you heard you are better away.”
Lacey looked at him inquiringly.
“You’ll oblige me by not going,” said the colonel quickly, “and as much by going to your room and letting Lester see to you a bit.”
“You wish it, colonel?”
“I do, Lacey.”
“Will you come up with me to my quarters, Lester?” said the young man, quietly.