She never wanted him to go.

She never let him know it, but it pained her all the same.
"I would like to, but I cannot." All his heart was in his eyes as he spoke.
"Someone ill ?" she asked.
"Yes, Fogarty's child.

The little fellow may develop croup before morning.

I saw him to-day, and his pulse was not right, he's a sturdy little chap with a thick neck, and that kind always suffers most.

If he's worse Fogarty is to send word to my office," he added, holding out his hand in parting.
"Can I help ?" Jane asked, retaining the doctor's hand in hers as if to get the answer.
"No, I'll watch him closely.