"Let me give you some broth. The doctor said you might have it, if you
came to."
She brought him a cup, but to Derrick's disgust he could not grasp it,
and she held it to his lips while he drank.
"You're an angel," he said; "yes, an angel. You look pale; you've been
nursing me all this time. How long is it?"
"Four days," she said, in a low voice. They had been the happiest four
days of her life.
"Good lord!" he muttered. "Four days! Oh, here, I say, I wish I could
thank you properly, but I can't."
"There's no need," she said, in a low voice. "I'll go and tell the
doctor and Mr. Bloxford."
She smoothed the clothes about him, her eyes still downcast, but as she
went to the door she turned and looked at him. Derrick met the gaze of
the dark eyes full blank, and as he did so the colour rose to his face,
and it was his turn for his eyes to become downcast.
He had learned her secret, and his heart was heavy within him, for,
though they were unlike, the eyes of that other girl, who was always in
his thoughts, flitted between him and Isabel.