"You may rest satisfied that everything has been done for the patient that science can do," he said stiffly.
"I think so. We won't rest till we get the little girl up," said the older doctor. "Now we will take off our coats and work."
Once more the fingers of the sleeper almost clutched his.
When the door closed, Lois turned her head and opened her eyes, and when the wheels were heard driving away she looked at the Doctor with a wan little smile, which he answered with a twinkle.
"When did you come?" she asked faintly. It was the first sign of interest she had shown in anything for days.
"A young friend of mine, Gordon Keith, told me you were sick, and asked me to come, and I have just arrived. He brought me up." He watched the change in her face.
"I am so much obliged to you. Where is he now?"
"He is here. Now we must get well," he said encouragingly. "And to do that we must get a little sleep."
"Very well. You are going to stay with me?"
"Yes."