"And I know enough," he added, "to warn you that you must please stay away from here in the meantime."
"I won't," said Sallie simply. "He's my best friend, Mr.—"
"Carthew's my name," the young man in the doorway informed her.
"He's my best friend, Mr. Carthew. And—you must let me help."
Mr. Carthew considered the matter, and nodded.
"All right," he agreed. "If you like to see to his food—what the ship's cook has left at the door will do him no good." And she listened attentively while he went on to tell her what would be best for the sick man.
"Ambrizette will prepare it and bring it along," she promised. "And—you'll let me see him next time I come down?"
"As soon as he's fit to see anyone," her new acquaintance assured her. And with that Sallie was quite content. She felt intuitively that she could trust him.
"Are you—all right, yourself?" she asked.
"Perfectly all right," he assured her. "And very glad of the chance to repay some small part of what I owe—our friend."