“It may be,” said Nurse Eden. “But it needn’t.”

“You’ve seen her.”

“Yes.”

“Well—?”

“She hasn’t gone yet, Mr. Hollyer— She’s on the edge. She’s in that state when a breath would tip her one way or the other.”

“A breath?”

“Yes, Mr. Hollyer. Or a thought.”

“A thought?”

“A thought. If I had Mrs. Hollyer to myself, I believe I could bring her round even now.”

“Oh, Nurse—”