We shan’t need words then, dearest. I’ll teach you the sweet lesson. Your arms tremble; they are tired, dear. Could you let your head rest here and sleep as you did the other day? To think how I woke and found you beside me sleeping — ”

“Let me go now. I have things I ought to do for you.”

“Not yet. I have things I must say to you.”

“Please, Doctor Thryng.”

“My name is David. You must call me by it.”

“Please, Doctor David, let me go.”

“Why?”

“To warm some milk. I brought it up for you.”