Why didn't you come to me?
What did I do?
I hurt you somehow, but you know I wouldn't willingly.

Why have you stayed away from me ?" He raised himself upon his elbow, his voice was high, thin, weak, his eyes glittering, his cheeks ghastly with the high lights of fever upon them.
Shocked, startled and filled with a poignant mothering pity, Kathleen struggled with a longing to take him in her arms and comfort him as the mother was the little wailing child upstairs.
"Excuse me just a moment," she cried, and ran out into the living room and then outside the door and stood for a moment in the dark, drawing deep breaths and struggling to get control of the pity and of the joy that surged through her heart.

"Oh, God," she cried, lifting her hands high above her head in appeal, "help me to be strong and steady.

He needs me and he wants me too." From the darkness in answer to her appeal there came a sudden quietness of nerve and a sense of strength and fitness for her work.

Quickly she entered the house and went again to the sick room.
"Thank God," cried Jack.