Heath went to Sylvia and took her hand.
"Thank you very much," murmured he formally, "for all you've done for me. I appreciate it more than I can say. And you, too, Mrs. Howe. Your kindness has placed me deeply in your debt."
"I wish you luck, Mr. Heath," called Sylvia.
"Thanks."
"And I, too," Marcia rejoined in a voice scarcely audible.
To this the man offered no reply.
Perhaps he did not hear the words.
They followed him to the door.
It was then that Marcia sprang forward and caught Elisha's arm.
"Where are you taking him, Elisha?" she demanded, a catch in her voice. "Where are you taking him? Remember, Mr. Heath has been ill. You must not risk his getting cold or suffering any discomfort. Promise me you will not."