I'll not forget.

Just keep quiet and you'll be all right." He passed his cool, firm hand over the hot brow of the man looking up at him with love in his eyes, and in a few moments Bruce fell asleep.

Then The Duke lifted himself up, and facing the doctor, said in his coolest tone: "Your words are more true than opportune, doctor.

Your patient will need all your attention.

As for my morals, Mr.Moore kindly entrusts himself with the care of them." This with a bow toward The Pilot.
"I wish him joy of his charge," snorted the doctor, turning again to the bed, where Bruce had already passed into delirium.
The memory of that vigil was like a horrible nightmare for months.
Moore lay on the floor and slept.