"And keep still while I'm gone.

I shan't be more than ten minutes." "I don't care if I die," said Aaron.
Lilly laughed.
"You're a long way from dying," said he, "or you wouldn't say it." But Aaron only looked up at him with queer, far-off, haggard eyes, something like a criminal who is just being executed.
"Lie down!" said Lilly, pushing him gently into the bed.

"You won't improve yourself sitting there, anyhow." Aaron lay down, turned away, and was quite still.

Lilly quietly left the room on his errand.
The doctor did not come until ten o'clock: and worn out with work when he did come.
"Isn't there a lift in this establishment ?" he said, as he groped his way up the stone stairs.

Lilly had heard him, and run down to meet him.
The doctor poked the thermometer under Aaron's tongue and felt the pulse.