I did not see what I could do, except break the bad news to Isaacs.
"Mr.Griggs," he said at last, "she has been asking for you all the time, and the doctor thought if you came she had best see you, as it might quiet her.

Understand ?" I understood better than he thought.
People who are dangerously ill have no morning and no evening.

Their hours are eternally the same, save for the alternation of suffering and rest.

The nurse and the doctor are their sun and moon, relieving each other in the watches of day and night.

As they are worse--as they draw nearer to eternity, they are less and less governed by ideas of time.