"Gently, Will, gently," said the loveliest voice in England.
Then I knew that I could bear the uncertainty till doomsday, if I must.
"Hello, Marion," I said, brushing the hand with my dry lips. "What time is it?"
"Middle of the afternoon, Will. You've been asleep a long while. It's Tuesday."
"Tuesday. Good Lord, nearly forty-eight hours!"
"Do your eyes hurt?"
"Not much."
"Thank John for that."
"Where is he?"
"Here," said the physician's voice. "We're all here but the Colonel."