He left the sentence incomplete
CHAPTER XXI
Jill crept downstairs on tiptoe.
Inside the dining-room Roddy was leaning over the table, a sketch-block and paints before him. He looked up as his sister appeared with an anxious, inquiring glance that seemed oddly out of place on his round, boyish face.
"Well?"
"She's asleep. At last!" Jill sighed—"Lizzie's sitting in the room, so I stole away to you."
She flung herself into the armchair and curled her feet up under her, arms clasped behind her head, dark shadows round her eyes.
"Tired, old girl?" Roddy's voice was tender. He saw that the long nights of vigil were leaving their mark on the fresh young face that began to look white and strained.
"Just a bit——" Jill smiled bravely. "But I think she's improving. She's more like herself. If only she'd stay in bed for a month and give it a chance—get really strong before she begins to think of work."