“Listeners never hear—” began Gilmore.
“Any good of themselves,” said Macey, finishing the old saying.
“Well, I don’t mind.”
“More don’t I.”
And the two lads went in.
Chapter Twenty Six.
Sympathy.
Those were sad and weary hours at the Little Manor, and when Vane’s delirium was at its height and he was talking most rapidly, Doctor Lee for almost the first time in his life felt doubtful of his own knowledge and ability to treat his patient. He was troubled with a nervous depression, which tempted him to send for help, and he turned to white-faced, red-eyed Aunt Hannah.