“You are worth all the world to me,” he said, “all the world and more.”
Lady Linden opened the door. She came in, treading softly; she came to the bedside and looked at him and then at the girl.
“You were talking. I heard your voice. Was he conscious?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God!” Lady Linden looked at the girl severely. “I suppose you will be the next invalid—women of your type always overdo it. How many nights is it since you had your clothes off?”
“That does not matter now.”
“By rights you should go to bed at once.”
“Aunt, I shall not leave him.”
Lady Linden sniffed. “Very well; I can do nothing with you.”
“Defiant!” she thought to herself. “She is getting character, that girl, after all, and about time. Well, it doesn’t matter, now that Tom will live.”