She was shivering, shivering with a violence that she was utterly unable to repress.
He did not speak again till Dimsdale came back with a tray, then again he exchanged a few murmured sentences with the old butler, who presently said, "Very good, sir," and went softly away.
Then Lucas turned again to Anne.

"Drink this," he said.

"It will revive you." She groped for the glass he held towards her, but trembled so much that she could not take it.
"Let me," he said, and put it himself to her lips.
She drank slowly, shuddering, her teeth chattering against the glass.
"Lay your head down upon the cushion," he said then, "and shut your eyes.
You will be better soon." "You--you won't go ?" she managed to whisper.
"Why, no," he said.

"It's for your sake I've come.

I guess I'm a fixture for so long as you want me." She breathed a sigh of relief and lay back.
A long time passed.