"Is it a good while?" he asked, feebly.
She bent over him. "A few weeks."
"And Lee?"
"He's all right. Don't talk."
"No. I can't."
Then, in a moment, "Aunt Tishy, I'm going to die, and I'm glad of it."
"No, no!"
"Yes, I am. And I want you to tell Caro that I love her,—love her—"
He closed his eyes; he spoke dreamily, then was silent.
But he did not die. He began to gain steadily, and he often remarked that it was a great mistake; then was the time for him to die.