"Hermy's watched over you night an' day a'most—like th' guardian angel she is—prayin' f' you, workin' f' you, fightin' death away from you. Oh, I guess it's her fault as you're alive this day! Anyway, her an' you's man an' wife till death do you part."
"But death—hasn't, you see."
"An' death sure ain't goin' to—yet."
"No, I'm—I'm very much alive still, it seems."
"You sure are, glory be t' th' Lord of Hosts to who I have also petitioned frequent on your behoof. An' now I'll call th' doctor."
"No, no—not Dennison; let me see her first. Can't I speak to Hermione first, Mrs. Trapes?"
"She was up with you all las' night, sweet lamb! It'd be a shame to wake her—"
"So it would—don't disturb her."
"But I guess she'd never forgive me if I didn't wake her. So if you'll promise t' be good—"
"I will!"