“I can't! I daren't!”
“Are you thinking of the vows?”
“No!” emphatically. “But—I am a dying man—I know that quite well. And what right have I——”
She gave a little gay toss of her golden head. “Pooh! Nobody was ever married because he had a right to be exactly.”
“But there is your own profession—your great career.”
She shook her head gravely. “That's all over now.”
“Eh?” reaching up on his elbow.
“When you had gone and nearly everybody was deserting your work, I thought I should like to take up a part of it.”
“And did you?”
She nodded.