“You’ll be all right again – I know all about you now,” said a voice near him that he knew to be young. Then his meeting with Dr. Hugh came back. He was too discouraged to joke about it yet, but he was able to perceive, after a little, that the interest of it was intense for his visitor. “Of course I can’t attend you professionally – you’ve got your own man, with whom I’ve talked and who’s excellent,” Dr. Hugh went on. “But you must let me come to see you as a good friend. I’ve just looked in before going to bed. You’re doing beautifully, but it’s a good job I was with you on the cliff. I shall come in early tomorrow. I want to do something for you. I want to do everything. You’ve done a tremendous lot for me.” The young man held his hand, hanging over him, and poor Dencombe, weakly aware
