"Nurse Rosemary Gray is in the room, Mr.
Dalmain." Then Garth's instinctive chivalry struggled up through the blackness.
He did not turn his head, but his right hand made a little courteous sign of greeting, and he said in a low, distinct voice: "How do you do?
I am sure it is most kind of you to come so far.

I hope you had an easy journey." Jane's lips moved, but no sound would pass them.
Dr.Rob made answer quickly, without looking at her: "Miss Gray had a very good journey, and looks as fresh this morning as if she had spent the night in bed.

I can see she is a cold-water young lady." "I hope my housekeeper will make her comfortable.

Please give orders," said the tired voice; and Garth turned even closer to the wall, as if to end the conversation.
Dr.Rob attacked his moustache, and stood looking down at the blue silk shoulder for a minute, silently.
Then he turned and spoke to Jane.

"Come over to the window, Nurse Gray.
I want to show you a special chair we have obtained for Mr.Dalmain, in which he will be most comfortable as soon as he feels inclined to sit up.