"Your father expressly forbade it," he said.
"He wishes to spare you." Colina made an impatient gesture, but seemed to acquiesce.
"You go," she said to Ambrose.
Giddings looked doubtful, but said nothing.
"I'm afraid the sight of me--" Ambrose began.
"I don't mean that you should go in," said Colina.

"If you stand in the doorway he cannot see you the way he lies." Ambrose nodded and followed Giddings out.
"What is the wound ?" he asked.
"Through the left lung.

He will not die of the shot.

I can't tell yet what may develop." Ambrose halted at the open door of Gaviller's room.

The windows looked out over the river, and the cooling northwest wind was wafted through.
The hospital-like bareness of the room evinced a simple taste in the owner.