"Psalms" - said Preston.
"Feverish tendency?" said the doctor.
Preston flung himself to one side, with a violent word, almost an oath, that shocked me. We left him and went on.
Or rather, went over; for at the instant Dr. Sandford's eye caught the new occupant of the opposite bed. I was glad to find that he did not recognise him.
The examination of Mr. Thorold's wounds followed. They were internal, and had been neglected. I do not know how I went through it; seeing how he went through it partly helped me, for I thought he did not seem to suffer greatly. His face was entirely calm, and his eye clear whenever it could catch mine. But the operation was long; and I felt when it was over as if I had been through a battle myself. I was forced to leave him and go on with my attentions to the other sufferers in the ward; and I could not get back to Mr. Thorold till the dinner hour. I managed to be at his side to serve him then. But he had the use of his arms and hands and did not need feeding, like some of the others.
"It is worth being here, Daisy," said Mr. Thorold, when I came with his dinner; which was, however, a light one.
"No," said I. Speaking in low tones, which I was accustomed to use to all there, we were in little danger of being overheard.
"Not to you," said he with a laughing flash of his eye; "I only spoke of my own sense of things. That is as I tell you."
"How do you do now?" I asked tremblingly.
His eye changed, softened, lifted itself to mine with a beautiful glow in it. I half knew what was coming before he spoke.