She bathed his hot head, wiped his perspiring hands, moistened his lips, cooled his fiery eyelids, sponged his heated skin, and administered whatever she could find in the house that the imagination could conceive as likely to be in any way alleviating.

That she might have been the cause, or partially the cause, of all this, interfused misery with her sorrow.
Six months before this date a scene, almost similar in its mechanical parts, had been enacted at Hintock House.

It was between a pair of persons most intimately connected in their lives with these.

Outwardly like as it had been, it was yet infinite in spiritual difference, though a woman's devotion had been common to both.
Grace rose from her attitude of affection, and, bracing her energies, saw that something practical must immediately be done.

Much as she would have liked, in the emotion of the moment, to keep him entirely to herself, medical assistance was necessary while there remained a possibility of preserving him alive.