When Isabel opened her eyes after a slumber that had lasted for the greater part of the day, it was to find Scott seated beside her quietly watching her.
She reached a feeble hand to him with a smile of welcome. "Dear Stumpy, when did you come?"
"An hour or two ago," he said, and put the weak hand to his lips. "You have had a good sleep, dear?"
"Yes," she said. "Yes. It has done me good." She lay looking at him with a smile still in her eyes. "I hope little Dinah is resting," she said. "She was with me nearly all night. I didn't wish it, Stumpy, but the dear child wouldn't leave till I was more comfortable."
"She is resting for a little now," he said. "I am so sorry you had a bad time last night."
"Oh, don't be sorry for me!" she said softly. "My bad times are so nearly over now. It is a waste of time to talk about them. She sent for you, did she?"
He bent his head. "She knew I would wish to be sent for. She fancied you might be wanting me."
"I do want you," she said, and into her wasted face there came a look of unutterable tenderness. "Oh, Stumpy darling, need you leave me again?"