"Oh, my Betty, help me to live," he whispered, weakly.
"Hush; oh, my poor, poor boy."
In the weeks that followed it seemed as if only love were holding Justin back from death. There were days when Bettina was not allowed to see him; there were other days when Anthony dared not tell her the fears which assailed him, when he avoided all of her questions, confiding only in Diana.
"There's an awful chance that he will never walk."
Diana, very pale, asked, "Is it his spine?"
"Yes."
"And he was so strong and beautiful."
"He will never fly again, Diana."
"Oh, poor Justin!"
"And poor Betty. I wonder if, when all the first glamour is gone, she will be able to stand the test."