But I need your aid.

Help me, instead of hindering me." "Hilda," I cried, leaning forward, with quiverings of my heart, "I will help you in whatever way you will allow me.

But let me at any rate help you with the feeling that I am helping one who means in time--" At that moment, as unkindly fate would have it, the door opened, and Sebastian entered.
"Nurse Wade," he began, in his iron voice, glancing about him with stern eyes, "where are those needles I ordered for that operation?
We must be ready in time before Nielsen comes....

Cumberledge, I shall want you." The golden opportunity had come and gone.

It was long before I found a similar occasion for speaking to Hilda.
Every day after that the feeling deepened upon me that Hilda was there to watch Sebastian.