Oh, wicked, wicked! "You would have gone to him at once, Elspeth! You! Who are you, that talks of going to him as your right?
He is not yours, I tell you; he is mine! He is mine alone; it is I who would go to him.

Who is this woman that dares take my place by his side when he is ill!" She rose to go to him, to drive away all others.

I am sure that was what gave her strength to rise; but she sank to the floor again, and her passion lasted for hours.

And through the night she was crying to God that she would be brave no more.

In her despair she hoped he heard her.
Her mood had not changed when David came to see her next morning, to admit, too, that Tommy seemed to have done an unselfish thing in concealing his illness from them.