To linger for your coming.
Aym. What! he thought
That I was on my way! He look’d for me?
And I——
Rai. You came not! I had sent to you,
And told you he was wounded.
Aym. Yes—but not—
Not mortally!
Rai. ’Twas not that outward wound—
That might have closed; and yet he surely thought