The doctor was feeling wan and nervous.
"You were with her very late last night," he said.
"Yes, she couldn't bear to have me leave her."
"You look as pleased as Punch," the doctor said irritably.
Davidson's eyes shone with ecstasy.
"A great mercy has been vouchsafed me. Last night I was privileged to bring a lost soul to the loving arms of Jesus."
Miss Thompson was again in the rocking-chair. The bed had not been made. The room was in disorder. She had not troubled to dress herself, but wore a dirty dressing-gown, and her hair was tied in a sluttish knot. She had given her face a dab with a wet towel, but it was all swollen and creased with crying. She looked a drab.
She raised her eyes dully when the doctor came in. She was cowed and broken.
"Where's Mr Davidson?" she asked.
"He'll come presently if you want him," answered Macphail acidly. "I came here to see how you were."