"You'll come to me, Val; you and the boy."
"What do you say? I can't hear you."
"You'll come to me."
"I am with you."
"You'll come—up—to me."
Then she began to understand.
Half-an-hour later the nurse and Esther drew the screen aside and came in. Valentine's face was nearly as white as Wyndham's. She did not see the two as they came in. Her eyes were fixed on her husband's, her hand still held his.
"He wants a stimulant," said the nurse.
She poured something out of a bottle and put it between the dying man's lips. He opened his eyes when she did this, and looked at Valentine.