took the cup, stooping to
receive my glance of assent to the new medicine.

The brandy had stimulated, but sickened me. The coffee revived me so
much that I was able to take the second cup without Vere's help. When I
had walked up and down the room a few times, leaning on his arm, life
had taken me back, if only for a little while.

The two nurses were so good in their care of me that our first words
were of my gratitude to them. Then my curiosity found voice.

"How did you happen to come in at this hour?" I asked. "How did you know
I was--ill?"

"I cannot imagine what made Ethan wake up," said Phillida, with a
puzzled look toward her husband. "He woke me by rushing out of the room
and letting the door slam behind him. Of course I knew something must be
wrong to make Drawls hurry like that. Usually he does such a tremendous
lot in a day while looking positively lazy. So I came rushing after and
found him in here, trying to waken you. I--I thought at first that you
were not living, Cousin Roger. It was horrible! You were all white and
cold----" she shivered.

Vere poured another cup of coffee. He said nothing on the subject,
merely observing that the stimulant would hardly hurt me and some might
be good for Phil. I asked her to bring cups for them both.

"I am not sure I really care about the coffee, but I'll make some more,"
she nodded, dimpling. "I love to drink from your wee porcelain cups with
their gold holders. You do have pretty things, you bachelors from town."

When she was across the room, I asked quietly:

"What was it, Vere? What sent you to me?"

He answered in as subdued a tone, looking at the tinted shade of the
lamp instead of at my face.

"The young lady woke me, Mr. Locke. She came to the bedside, whispering
that you were dying--would be dead if I didn't get to help you in time.
She was gone before Phillida roused up so she doesn't know anything
about it."

My heart, so nearly stopped forever and so lethargic still, leaped in a
strong beat. Desire, then, had come back to save me. For all my doubt
and seemingly broken faith, she had brought her slight power to help me
in my hour of danger. For my sake she had broken through her mysterious
seclusion to call Vere and send him to my rescue.

Neither he nor I being unsophisticated, I understood what Vere believed,
and why he looked at the lamp rather than at me. But even that matter
had to yield precedence to my first eagerness.

"You saw he