"I want to stay till you are well."
"Aye, faith, it's comfortable to see me on my back and helpless."
Mrs. Weston did not answer for a moment. She was busy with setting his table in order. "I want to have some right somewhere. She is with Harry."
"By God, Kate, you're a good soul," Colonel Boyce cried.
"I am not. I am jealous of her," Mrs. Weston said with a sob.
"Does Harry know of you?"
"What does it matter? He'll not care now."
"Kate—come here, child."
"No. No. I am not crying," Mrs. Weston said.