At ten o'clock I sent him coffee.

I wished to take it myself--O God! if only I had done so! I _wished_ to take it, and speak to him, but still I couldn't.

And I knew he was in torture; I saw at dinner that pain was racking him.

But I kept away, and went to my own bed, and slept--whilst he was lying here.' A rush of tears relieved her.

Harvey felt his own eyes grow moist.
'It was only that he felt so worn out,' she pursued.