"You mustn't go away!" she whispered to me. "If you—if you see I'm getting tired, you know...."
O'Rane came into her room with a smile, kissed her hand and then felt for a chair, where he sat in silence for perhaps three minutes until Lady Loring entered to say that it was time for her patient to rest.
"I never asked how you were feeling," he said, as he got up to go.
"I'm all right—at present," Sonia answered. Then a shiver ran through her, communicating itself to her fingers until I saw his hand tighten over them.
"It's going to be all right, Sonia," O'Rane whispered.
She lowered her eyes and stared dully across the room.
"It can't be all right."
"I'll make it all right."
The corners of her mouth began to droop miserably.
"Of course, if I die ..." she began with a catch in her breath.