The impulse was so strong to fall on her knees beside the bed, take that poor hand in both her strong ones, and cover it with kisses.

Ah surely, surely then, the dark head would turn to her, and instead of seeking refuge in the hard, blank wall, he would hide that sightless face in the boundless tenderness of her arms.

But Deryck's warning voice sounded, grave and persistent: "If you value your own eventual happiness and his--" So Jane put her hands behind her back.
Dr.Mackenzie advanced to the side of the bed and laid his hand upon Garth's shoulder.

Then, with an incredible softening of his rather strident voice, he spoke so slowly and quietly, that Jane could hardly believe this to be the man who had jerked out questions, comments, and orders to her, during the last half-hour.
"Good morning, Mr.Dalmain.Simpson tells me it has been an excellent night, the best you have yet had.

Now that is good.