On the morrow came the news he had expected; the doctor suggested Brompton Hospital, if admission could be obtained; home treatment at this time of the year, and in the patient's circumstances, was not likely to be of any good.

Warburton took the matter in hand, went about making inquiries, found that there must necessarily be delay.

Right or wrong, he put his hand in his pocket, and Mrs.Hopper was enabled to nurse her sister in a way otherwise impossible.

He visited the sick-room, and for half an hour managed to talk as of old, in the note of gallant sympathy and encouragement.

Let there be no stint of fire, of food, of anything the doctor might advise.