Nigel quailed.
"What is it, Len?"
"She'd rather tell you herself ... she's going to ... all I want to say is ... when you hear, just remember that ... she's our Janey."
CHAPTER VIII VIGIL
The doctor called early the next morning, and looked serious. Leonard had had a restless night, and his symptoms were becoming very grave. He still kept up his efforts at conversation, though they were more painful than ever.
"I—I'm not going to die, Doc," he panted.
"Well, keep quiet, and we'll see about it," said the doctor.
"But have you heard about my brother?... the one who fills the Albert Hall?... Oh, 'ninety-nine,' since you insist."