Anderson hurried out of the drawing-room, and saw her bending to him from the shadows, very white and calm.
"Will you come back to Philip a moment ?" she said, gently.

"Philip has told me what he proposed to you." Anderson could not find a word to say.

In a blind tumult of feeling he caught her hand, and pressed his lips to it, as though appealing to her dumbly to understand him.
She smiled at him.
"It will be all right," she whispered.

"My poor Philip!" and she led him back to the sick room.
"George--I wanted you to come back, to talk this thing out," said Philip, turning to him as he entered, with the tyranny of weakness.
"There's no time to waste.

You know--everybody knows--I may get worse--and there'll be nothing settled.