Kitty moved; she sat up and put her hands to her loosened hair.
"I'll see him now," she said.
Kitty slid her feet to the floor. She stood up, steadying herself by the bedside.
Jane looked at her, and her heart was wrung with compassion.
"No," she said, "wait till you're better. I'll tell him."
But Kitty was before her at the door, leaning against it.
"I shall never be better," she said. Her smile was ghastly. She turned to Jane on the open threshold. "He hasn't got the children with him, has he? I don't want to see them."
"You won't see them."
"Can't he come to me?"