"Oh," she said, "I thought you were the doctor."
"Do you want him?"
"Yes. Fanny does. She's frightened."
"Shall I go and get him?"
"No. No. They've sent Kimber. Oh, Ralph, I'm frightened, too."
"But he's getting on all right. He is really. Ransome says so."
"I know. I've told them that. But they won't believe it. And I don't now. He'll die: you'll see he'll die. Just because we've been such pigs to him."
"Nonsense; that wouldn't make him—"
"I'm not so sure. It's awful to see him lying there, like a lamb—so good—when you think how we've hunted and hounded him."
"He didn't know, Barbara. We never let him know."