"Shall I go in, and look at your patient ?" The doctor rose up fully dressed, and Seaforth, who watched him enter the other room, nodded to himself, while the man he had left stooped above the sleeping pair and smiled with a great contentment.

He had done what he could, but he knew that a greater power than any he wielded had driven back the dark angel which had stooped above the sick man's bed.
The sun was in the heavens when, finding other procedure unavailing, he gently touched the girl, and Alice Deringham rose silently and turned to him some moments later almost proudly with a soft glow in her cheeks, and a question in her eyes.
"Yes," said the doctor, smiling.

"I fancy we have seen the worst." Then the girl's strength went from her, and she caught at the rail of the bed, shivering, until the man touched her arm and led her from the room.

"You have done a great deal, I think, and must sleep," he said.
It was afternoon when Alice Deringham resumed her watch, and she met Seaforth on her way to the sick man's room.
"I want to thank you, Miss Deringham.

He is my partner, and the only friend I have," he said, with a slight huskiness.
The girl regarded him steadily.