darkness within, would not appear the instant he closed his eyes.

But legions of dreams are Influenza's allies. He fell into a
chill doze, heard voices innumerable, and one above the rest,
shouting them down, until there fell a lull. And another, as it
were, from afar said quite clearly and distinctly, 'But surely,
my dear, you have heard the story of the poor old charwoman who
talked Greek in her delirium? A little school French need not
alarm us.' And Lawford opened his eyes again on Mr Bethany
standing at his bed

'Tt, tt! There, I've been and waked him. And yet they say men
make such excellent nurses in time of war. But you see, Lawford,
what did I tell you? Wasn't I now an infallible prophet? Your
wife has been giving me a most glowing account. Quite your old
self, she tells me, except for just this--this touch of facial
paralysis. And I think, do you know' (the kind old creature
stooped over the bed, but still, Lawford noticed bitterly, still
without his spectacles)--'yes, I really think there is a decided
improvement. Not quite so--drawn. We must make haste slowly.
Wedderburn, you know, believes profoundly in Simon; he pulled his
wife through a dangerous confinement. And here's pills and tonics
and liniments--a whole chemist's shop. Oh, we are getting on
swimmingly.'

Flamelight was flickering in the candled dusk. Lawford turned his
head and saw Sheila's coiled, beautiful hair in the firelight.

'You haven't told Alice?' he asked.