The sick woman raised herself in the bed, holding out her arms like a child who wants to be taken up. He bent to lift her; she pushed him away with unbelievable force.
“I don’t want you. I want—Martin.”
Miss Mary came flying into the room.
“What is it?” said Floyd.
“She’s delirious again.”
The cry never ceased; over and over again, supplicating, in a pitiable voice:
“I want Martin!”
When the doctor came, she caught at him eagerly.
“What do you want, dear lady; tell me?”
“I want Martin!”