He then slipped his arm gently under Editha’s pillow, and lifted her until she could lean comfortably against his shoulder.
“Drink this now, dear, for my sake,” he said, putting the bowl to her lips.
Without a question she obeyed, drinking slowly until the last drop had disappeared, and Earle’s heart began to grow lighter.
If she would do that often she would soon be better, he thought.
“That will give you strength,” he said; “now lie down and try to sleep. I shall not leave you again to-night, and when you are refreshed I will let you talk with me a little.”
He laid her gently back, stopping to kiss her almost hueless lips as he did so.
She put one hand up over the back of his neck and held him a moment so, his face almost touching hers.
“You have saved me, Earle,” she said, feebly.
“I trust so, my injured darling,” he answered, with unsteady voice, and then watched her while the tired eyes closed; the wan face settled into peace, and she slept like a weary child.
Then he turned his attention to the woman, who had watched him with wondering eyes all the while.