I must go to him at once." She was hurrying away when I stopped her.
"He said he would send for you the moment he was dressed." "He said he would send for me!" she repeated in amazement.

"Then he is awake again, and conscious?
I had no idea he was so well as that! O Malcolm!" She sat down on the nearest chair and began to cry.

I felt overcome myself.

The sight of her joy and emotion, the mention of my own name in such a way and at such a time, the rush of glorious possibilities all coming together, quite unmanned me.

She saw my emotion, and seemed to understand.