Thence, Gavin could hear the rumble of his deep voice.

But he could catch no word the man said, though once he heard Claire speak in vehement excitement, and could hear Milo's harsh interruption and his command that she lower her voice.
Presently, the two came back into the hall.

As Standish neared the couch, Gavin Brice opened his eyes, with considerable effort, and blinked dazedly up at the gigantic figure in the torn and muddy white silk suit.
Then Brice's blinking gaze drifted to Claire, as she stood, pale and big-eyed, above him.

He essayed a feeble smile of recognition, and let his glance wander in well-acted amazement about the high-veiled hallway.
"Feeling better ?" queried Milo.

"Here, drink this." Gavin essayed to speak.