if it would have helped
her any.

Then came the night when Mr. Ferrau ran up to see how she was getting
along. It was too cold for Madam and the Commodore, so we were there
alone except for a gang of guides and servants and chauffeurs and
masseuses. She had a bad night that night, for she got the idea that
this lovely Janet was sitting up nearer and nearer to her, and she had
it in her head that when she got to a certain point it would be all up
with her. And when I told the doctor that, over the telephone, all he
said was:

"Too bad, too bad!" So I knew how _he_ felt.

Well, she got talking rather hysterically for her, and I began to wish
somebody else was around, when Mr. Ferrau jumps out of his door in the
bachelor quarters and dashes over to us in a heavy bathrobe, white as a
sheet.

"For God's sake, Miss Jessop, _do_ something!" he said, but I just
shrugged my shoulders. There was nothing to _do_, you see. She was
all bundled up in a seal-skin sleeping-bag with a wool helmet over her
head; her eyes certainly looked bad. I just about gave up hope, then.
The moon made everything a sort of bluish-white and we all must have
looked pretty ghastly.

"I think I'll give her a little codeine," I said. "Just stay here a
moment, will you?"

He knelt down by her bunk while I began to unwind myself from all the
stuff you have to get into up there.

"Oh, Anne, my dearest, dearest girl," he said, "if only I could take
this instead of you! If only I could see her, and you not!"

"Would you--would you, really, Louis?" I heard her say. "You _do_ love
me, don't you? But that would be too dreadful. I couldn't allow that
to happen."

"Heavens, my dear girl, I'd take it in a minute, if I could!" he cried.
"Oh, Anne, do try to look at it in that way--try to give it to me!
Perhaps if you used your will-power enough for that----"

"That can't be, Louis," she said, "this is just my fate. I must bear
it--till it kills me. But if it could be, I'll tell you this: I
_would_ give it to you, dearest, for you are stronger, and maybe a man
could fight it better."

I was off to the main camp then, but when I got back with the codeine
she was asleep with her head on his shoulder, and he kneeled there till
four without moving--he was game, that Mr. Ferrau, and no mistake!

She slept right through till eight, and I left them together all day,
as much as I could, and I let her off her nap, she begged so. I could
see from