He rose and unlocked the door.

The doctor was knocking for admission below.

Gaydon let him in, and he dressed Wogan's wounds with an assurance that they were not deep and that a few days' quiet would restore him.
"I will sleep the night here if I may," said Wogan, as soon as the doctor had gone.

"A blanket and a chair will serve my turn." They took him into Gaydon's bedroom, where three beds were ranged.
"We have slept in the one room and lived together since your message came four days ago," said Gaydon.

"Take your choice of the beds, for there's not one of us has so much need of a bed as you." Wogan drew a long breath of relief.
"Oh! but it's good to be with you," he cried suddenly, and caught at Gaydon's arm.