Die," in rather a choked voice, "it is not right.

He will kill himself if he goes on like this." It was evident that Elizabeth was in a depressed mood; perhaps she was tired too.

Dinah, who knew her well, quite understood her.
"Don't worry, Betty," she said kindly.

"David Carlyon is young enough and strong enough to bear the loss of a few nights' rest, and the fever is not infectious.

By all accounts the poor fellow cannot last many days.