It was the first time he had made the assertion. Nap took the hand and laid it gently down. "You'll get well now," he said. The heavy drowsiness was less apparent than usual on Lucas's face. "I don't know where I'd be without you, Boney," he said. "Do you know you're looking awfully ill?" "Shucks!" said Nap. But Lucas continued his criticism undeterred. "You've spent too much of yourself on me, and I've been too damned selfish to notice. I'm going to wake up now, Boney. I'm going to play the game. You've been playing my hand as well as your own till now. I'm going to relieve you of that." "Hear, hear!" said Nap. "You'll go to bed in your own room to-night," said Lucas, "go to bed and to sleep. In the morning we'll have a talk." But when the morning came, his energy had flagged a little. He had not slept as well as usual, and though he had no pain he seemed disinclined for physical effort. "I want a holiday to-day," he said to Capper. "Just let in the sunshine and leave me to bask." There had been a spell of cold and sunless weather, but that day the sun shone gloriously. The genial warmth of it came in through the open window and flooded the room with the very essence of spring. "I'm going to take a day off and enjoy it," smiled Lucas. "You take a day off too, doctor. Make the mater go out in the car. I shall do wonders to-morrow after a good laze to-day." Capper looked him over keenly, pulled his beard, cracked his fingers, and yielded. "Guess a rest won't do you any harm. There's no reason to hustle you any that I can see." And Lucas spent the whole morning basking in the sunshine in almost unbroken silence. He did not sleep at all. His eyes, remote and thoughtful, were for the most part watching the specks that danced and floated in the rays of light that streamed across his bed. Nap forebore to disturb him, but he remained within call. He knew with sure intuition that sooner or later Lucas would summon him. Almost he knew what he would say. The call came at last, very quiet and deliberate. "Boney!" Instantly Nap presented himself. "Come here a minute, old chap. No, I'm not wanting anything--only a word in private. Say, Boney, is Anne still stopping here?" He had seen her nearly every day since the operation, but he had been too drowsy to ask any questions. He had only smiled upon her, and sometimes for a little had held her hand. "She is backwards and forwards," said Nap. "I believe she is spending to-night." "Ah! Then, Boney, I want you to speak to her--to-night." He looked up at his brother with his old, kindly smile. "It's for my own sake, old chap," he said. "You know, I didn't sleep last night. I was thinking about her--about you both. And I want her to know everything to-night. I shall sleep the easier when she knows." Nap stood silent. His face was set in hard lines. "Will you tell her, Boney?" "What am I to tell her?" said Nap,