"A drop of water, Mr. Wilkins, if you please."
It was brought, and he drank eagerly.
"Are you better?"
"Yes, Wilkins, almost well."
He dropped his head upon his hand a moment, and those to whom he was visible saw his lips move earnestly for a moment or two.
"I can go on without any trouble, I think," he said, in
a voice of gentle earnestness, referring to his unsaid table.
"You needn't say any more unless you would like to," returned Wilkins; "I am sure you know it."
"I would rather," said Guly, firmly.
He rose, and, with Wilkins at his side, again approached the desk where Mr. Delancey had resumed his stiff position, leaning back in his chair.