The doctor had just pulled him out of one fainting spell only to have him collapse again when his coat was taken off, and the bandages were loosened.

He was suffering greatly and was by no means out of danger.
If for the next hour or two there was anything to be done at MacFarlane's, Peter was ready to do it, but this accomplished, he would shoulder his bag and camp out for the night beside the boy's bed.

He had come, indeed, to tell Felicia so, and he meant to sleep there whatever her protests.

He was preparing himself for her objections, when she reentered the room.
"How is young Breen ?" Miss Felicia asked in a whisper, closing the door behind her.

She had put Ruth to bed, where she had again given way to an uncontrollable fit of weeping.
"Pretty weak.