"No, Dan;" but all the weariness went out of Hillard's eyes.
And then Merrihew noticed. Hillard still wore his evening clothes and the bed was untouched.
"That's very foolish."
"Why? I couldn't have closed my eyes," replied Hillard.
"But won't she need you up there?" Merrihew was obviously troubled.
"If she needs me she'll send for me. But I am not needed, and she will not send for me. I shall remain here and wait."
"He's dead. Things work out queerly, don't they?"
"She is free. Thank God!"
"You are not sorry, are you?"
"Sorry? In a way, yes. He was a blackleg, but it isn't pleasant to contemplate the manner of his end."