'Reggie, there is one thing I wish to say. I will do everything for Twickenham that remains to be done.'
'You mean as regards the funeral and that kind of thing?'
'I do. If you will leave everything to me I will make all necessary arrangements.'
'Thank you. That's one more service. I wonder for how many things I am really in your debt, besides bread and cheese, and--even kisses.'
'Don't talk nonsense.'
'It's not nonsense. And it'll have to be talked about some day. My turn's coming.'
'We've been in stormy waters; if now we're going to sail over summer seas together, I'll be content.'
'I'll see we do.'
I had not the slightest doubt of it. And I also would see. The time of the harvest was at hand. I was quite ready to take my share of the golden grain.
The doctor was chatting to Foster. Striding up to the bed I looked down on the recumbent figure.