And was this man so much better than Boyd Madras?
His wild words in delirium might mean nothing, but if they meant anything, and she knew of that anything, she was still a heartless, unnatural woman, as I had once called her.
Roscoe took her hand and held it briefly.

"Dr.Marmion says that you have helped to nurse me through my illness," he whispered.

"I am most grateful." I thought she replied with the slightest constraint in her voice.

"One could not let an old acquaintance die without making an effort to save him." At that instant I grew scornful, and longed to tell him of her husband.
But then a husband was not an acquaintance.

I ventured instead: "I am sorry, but I must cut short all conversation for the present.