"A few hours won't make any difference," I urged. "You'll start fresher if you have a night's rest to the good."
The Seraph held out his hand.
"Good-bye. You think I'm mad. I'm not. No more than I ever am. But Sylvia wants me, and I must go to her."
"Where is she?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"Then how are you going to find her?"
"I don't know."
"Well, where will you start looking?"
"I don't know."
He was already halfway across the hall. I balanced the rival claims of Joyce and himself. She at least had a doctor and nurse, and a second nurse was coming in the morning. He had no one.