"Indeed, yes," she said.
"I will speak to her about it, if you will let me ?" She bowed her head, and her look was eloquent of thanks.

After a word of good-night we parted.
I knew that nothing better could occur to my patient than that Justine Caron should help to nurse him.

This would do far more for him than medicine--the tender care of a woman--than many pharmacopoeias.
Hungerford had insisted on relieving me for a couple of hours at midnight.

He said it would be a good preparation for going on the bridge at three o'clock in the morning.

About half-past two he came to my cabin and waked me, saying: "He is worse--delirious; you had better come." He was indeed delirious.