“Luce ...” he said with difficulty—“Luce....”
“All right,” said Gervase—“I’ll fetch him.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have Canon Potter, dear?—He could come in his car.”
“No—Luce ... the only church.... Sacrament....”
“Don’t you worry—I’ll get him. I’ll go in the Ford.”
Gervase was out of the room, leaving Jenny in uneasy attendance. A few minutes later Doris arrived. She had wanted to come with the others, but had felt unable to leave her room without a toilet. She alone of the party was dressed—even to her boots.
“How is he, Rose?”
“He’s better now, but I wish Dr. Mount would come.”
“Do you think he’ll die?” asked Doris in a penetrating whisper—“ought I to have woken up Father and Mother?”
“No—of course not. Don’t talk nonsense.”