“Can nothing be done?” Gaunt repeated hoarsely.
His powerful face worked painfully, and now he made no effort to hide his distress.
“I am a rich man—and——”
“Money cannot help you. The issue is in God’s hands,” Sir Felix said gravely, and turned towards the door.
“You are not going to leave her?”
“I can do no more. The nurse is quite competent.”
“Stay and I will pay you any fee you like to ask,” Gaunt cried passionately.
Sir Felix smiled slightly.
“There are patients who await me, and I may be able to help them. Here I can do no more.”
“A thousand pounds if you will stay.”