"
"Better take something to eat, my lady. The danger of infection is
great, you know, and the tireder one is----"
"I know."
When she came back, Brigit found her mother installed in the room while
nurse had her tea. Lady Kingsmead was a good nurse, greatly to her
daughter's surprise, and all her affectations seemed to have been left
in her dressing-room with her false hair.
The three women took turns sitting up with the invalid, but he
recognised none of them. It was a very long night, and only the greatest
determination kept Brigit awake during her watches, for she was
extremely tired after her journey.
But at last day came, and with it a short return of consciousness.
"Where's Bicky?"
"Here I am, Tommy darling," she answered, taking his hand. "Are you
better, love?"
"Yes, I think so. Where's my violin?"
She fetched it, and he went to sleep, his wasted hand lying across the
strings.
When he next spoke it was to talk utter nonsense about a flying-machine,
an account of which he had read in a newspaper.
CHAPTER TEN
Poor little Tommy's passion for knowing things showed up very clearly
the next few days, his over-active brain working hard propounding to
itself question on subjects that Brigit had never heard him even
mention.
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