“I can go to-night, Roy, after all,” he said to his brother cheerfully.
But Roy did not see how he could go. Still he thought it was best not to say anything till the time came.
Just before night, Sydney called Roy to the bedside.
“Order a coupé for me to be here at half past eleven to-night,” he said.
“But you are not fit to go, Syd,” the other could not help but respond.
“I will be when the time comes,” was the reply. “You will see. Say nothing to the others about it.”
“Then let me go with you,” suggested Roy.
“Well, perhaps you may, but you will sit in the carriage. Now go out and order it, please.”
Roy felt somewhat burdened with a secret to keep from the family. But he trusted Sydney fully, so he felt that it was all right The patient grew a little better in the evening.
At half past eight he called Roy to him and whispered: “You had better lie down and get some rest now. Take my alarm clock and put it at quarter past eleven.”