"It's strange that I, who've always loved the sun, should be knocked over by the sun, isn't it? Strange that what one loves should destroy one!"
"But—but that's not true, Nigel. You are getting better, although you don't think so."
"Ruby"—the voice was almost stern, and now it was more like the voice that Isaacson knew—"Ruby, I'm getting worse. To-day I feel that I'm going to die."
"Let me telegraph for Doctor Hartley. At dawn to-morrow I shall send the boat to Edfou—"
"If only Isaacson were here!"
There was a silence. Then Mrs. Armine said:
"What could Doctor Isaacson do more than has been done?"
"He's a wonderful man. He sees what others don't see. I feel that he might find out what's the matter."
"Find out! But, Nigel, we know it's the sun. You yourself—"
"Yes, yes!"