.

I know he went away somewhere--right away from me." Mallory's arms closed firmly round her and she yielded passively to his embrace.

Perhaps behind the distraught and weary mind which could not recognise him, the soul that loved him felt his presence and was vaguely comforted.

She lay very still for some time, and presently one of the nurses, leaning over her, signed to Peter that she was asleep.
"Don't move," she urged in a low voice.

"This sleep may be the saving of her." So, hour after hour, Peter had knelt there, hardly daring to change his position in the slightest, with Nan's head lying against his shoulder, and her hand in his.