XLIV
With fair weather he might hold on till Christmas, but if much fog was about he would go off with the last leaves. One day Esther received a letter asking her to defer her visit from Friday to Sunday. He hoped to be better on Sunday, and then they would arrange when she should come to take him away. He begged of her to have Jack home to meet him. He wanted to see his boy before he died.
Mrs. Collins, a woman who lived in the next room, read the letter to
Esther.
“If you can, do as he wishes. Once they gets them fancies into their heads there’s no getting them out.”
“If he leaves the hospital on a day like this it’ll be the death of him.”
Both women went to the window. The fog was so thick that only an outline here and there was visible of the houses opposite. The lamps burnt low
