Trevelyan came back to the bed—passive!
"I'll swear anything you ask."
Then a little later:
"Am I to tell Cary?"
"You are to tell Cary or not, as you want to," said Stewart, looking at him curiously.
"Is there nothing I can say to Cary for you—when—when I—get back to England?"
Stewart shook his head. The weakness he had fought against so long came back, as did the agony.
"Nothing; but that I thought of her—of them all. Can you reach that water? Ah!"
Trevelyan flung himself down by the bed.
"You shan't slip off this way!" he said, tensely, the pain of his own crushed life disappearing before the thought of Stewart's ebbing one.