They are doing all in their power, of course, but they say that--that it's going to be the nursing that will count now." "Then I don't fear for him, surely" declared the man, with fervor.
"I know, but--well, he shall have the very best possible--of that." "I know he will; but isn't there anything--anything that I can do ?" She shook her head.
"No.

Of course, if he gets better--" She hesitated; then lifted her chin a little higher; "WHEN he gets better," she corrected with courageous emphasis, "he will want to see you." "And he shall see me," asserted Gurnsey.

"And he will be better, Mrs.
Holly,--I'm sure he will." "Yes, yes, of course, only--oh, Mr.Jack, he's so sick--so very sick! The doctor says he's a peculiarly sensitive nature, and that he thinks something's been troubling him lately." Her voice broke.
"Poor little chap!" Mr.Jack's voice, too, was husky.
She looked up with swift gratefulness for his sympathy.
"And you loved him, too, I know" she choked.

"He talks of you often--very often." "Indeed I love him! Who could help it ?" "There couldn't anybody, Mr.Jack,--and that's just it.

Now, since he's been sick, we've wondered more than ever who he is.