“All you have to do is to want me.”
His voice was not too steady, and he took her pulse in a most businesslike way to distract her attention from it.
“How very many things you know! You are quite professional about pulses.”
Even then he did not tell her. He was not sure, to be frank, that she'd be interested. Now, with Wilson as he was, was no time to obtrude his own story. There was time enough for that.
“Will you drink some beef tea if I send it to you?”
“I'm not hungry. I will, of course.”
“And—will you try to sleep?”
“Sleep, while he—”
“I promise to tell you if there is any change. I shall stay with him.”
“I'll try to sleep.”