"But thank God my deal against Allen didn't go through. That's something saved out of the burning. Where is Rose? I want Rose."
"Rose?"
"I remember. I locked her up--in that room. The key's in the bureau top drawer, left. I'd like her to sit by me. I want to go to sleep. I want to forget. Time enough to remember when I'm not sick.... That you, Rose? Sit by me and hold my hand, there's a dear. If I need anything she'll call you, doctor. Just leave us alone, will you?"
He clung to the hand, as a child clings to its mother's hand; and there was a tenderness and trust in the clasp that thrilled the girl to her heart.
"Say you forgive me, Rose." His voice was wheedling.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
"We got a lot to live down, Rose. Don't say we can't do it. Wait till I'm up and around, and strong."
He fell asleep, breathing quietly. Two hours later he woke. Rose had not moved.
"We'll begin," he said, "at once by getting married. I've dreamed it all out. And we'll set up home in a far place. That is, if they'll give me a chance. But I've never asked you--Rose, will you marry me?"
"Do you want me?" She leaned forward and rested her cheek against his.