Aaron's eyes were open, and dark looking.
"Have a little hot milk," said Lilly.
Aaron shook his head faintly, not noticing.
"A little Bovril ?" The same faint shake.
Then Lilly wrote a note for the doctor, went into the office on the same landing, and got a clerk, who would be leaving in a few minutes, to call with the note.

When he came back he found Aaron still watching.
"Are you here by yourself ?" asked the sick man.
"Yes.

My wife's gone to Norway." "For good ?" "No," laughed Lilly.

"For a couple of months or so.

She'll come back here: unless she joins me in Switzerland or somewhere." Aaron was still for a while.
"You've not gone with her," he said at length.
"To see her people?
No, I don't think they want me very badly--and I didn't want very badly to go.