"I am never ill.
And I want to see him--oh, so much.

I must see him.

He isn't--he isn't worse ?" "No," said Burke.
"Then why mustn't I see him ?" she urged.

"Why do you look like that?
Are you keeping back something?
Has--has something happened that you don't want me to know?
Ah, that is it! I thought so! Please tell me what it is! It is far better to tell me." She drew her hand from his and sat up, steadily facing him.

She was breathing quickly, but she had subdued her agitation.