Whatever it was, whether the touch of her fingers or the relief of the cool water upon his fevered face and arm, by the time the bathing process was over, Jack was lying quietly, already rested and looking like sleep.
"I say, this is heavenly," he murmured.

"Now a drink, if you please.

I believe there is medicine about due too," he said.

She gave him a drink, lifting up his head on her strong arm.

"I could lift myself, you know," he said, looking up into her face with a little smile, "but I like this way so much better if you don't mind." "Certainly not; I am your nurse, you know," replied Kathleen.