Rose felt a thrill of sudden, unreasonable terror. "What is it?" she exclaimed. "What is going to happen to him? Is he going to die? I don't mind what it is, if only you will tell me!" She instinctively moved over to Sir John Blake's side, and he, as instinctively, put his arm round her shoulder. "Mr. Jenkinson agrees with me," said Sir Jacques, slowly and deliberately, "that his foot, the foot that was crushed, will have to come off. There is no danger--no reasonable danger, that is--of the operation costing him his life." He waited a moment, and as she said nothing, he went on: "But though there is no danger of his losing his life, there is a very great danger, Miss Otway, of his losing what to such a man as Jervis Blake counts, I think, for more than life--his courage. By that of course I do not mean physical bravery, but that courage, or strength of mind, which enables many men far more afflicted than he will ever be, to retain their normal outlook on life." Speaking more to himself, he added, "I have formed a very good opinion of this young man, and personally I think he will accept this great misfortune with resignation and fortitude. But one can never tell, and it is always best to prepare for the worst." And then, for the first time, Rose spoke. "I understand what you mean," she said quietly. "And I thank you very much, Sir Jacques, for having spoken to me as you have done." "And now," he said, "one word more. Sir John Blake does not know what I am going to say, and perhaps my suggestion will not meet with his approval. It had been settled during the last few days, had it not, that you and Jervis were to be married before he went back to the Front? Well, I suggest that you be married now, before the operation takes place. I am of course thinking of the matter solely from his point of view--and from my point of view as his surgeon." Her heartfelt "Thank you" had hardly reached his ear before Sir John Blake spoke with a kind of harsh directness. "I don't think anything of the sort can be thought of now. In fact I would not give my consent to an immediate marriage. I feel certain that my son, too, would refuse to take advantage of his position to suggest it." "I think," said Sir Jacques quietly, "that the suggestion in any case would have to come from Miss Rose." And then, for the first time, Rose lost control of herself. She became agitated, tearful--in her eagerness she put her hand on Sir John's breast, and looking piteously up into his face, "Of course I want to marry him at once!" she said brokenly. "Every time I have had to leave him in the last few days I have felt miserable. You see, I _feel_ married to him already, and if you feel married, it's so very strange not to _be_ married." She began to laugh helplessly, and the more, shocked at what she was doing, she tried to stop, the more she laughed.