He told Dr.Sedley he must see you the moment you arrived, and the doctor said he might.

No, he won't know you're here yet, and he can't have heard a word, for our room is at t'front o' t'house." "Then I'll go up alone, Mrs.Brunton, if you won't mind." Severino was lying in a high, square bed, his black locks tossed upon a spotless pillow no whiter than his face; a transparent hand came from under the bedclothes to meet Langholm's outstretched one, but it fell back upon the sick man's breast instead.
"Do you forgive me ?" he whispered, in a voice both hoarse and hollow.
"What for ?" smiled Langholm.

"You had a right to come where you liked; it is a free country, Severino." "But I went to your hotel--behind your back!" "That was quite fair, my good fellow.

Come, I mean to shake hands, whether you like it or not." And the sound man took the sick one's hand with womanly tenderness; and so sat on the bed, looking far into the great dark sinks of fever that were human eyes; but the fever was of the brain, for the poor fellow's hand was cool.
"You do not ask me why I did it," came from the tremulous lips at last.
"Perhaps I know." "I will tell you if you are right." "It was to see her again--your kindest friend--and mine," said Langholm, gently.
"Yes! It was to see her again--before I die!" And the black eyes blazed again.
"You are not going to die," said Langholm, with the usual reassuring scorn.
"I am.

Quite soon.