human
Is the room ready upstairs? Burns asked presently, when he had again noted the feeble action of the pulse under his fingers.
gpt
What he needs is rest and sleep, and plenty of both. Like the most of us he's kept up while he had to, and now he's gone to pieces absolutely. To-morrow we can send him to the hospital, perhaps, but for to-night--
human
The room is ready. I sent Cynthia up at once.
gpt
Bless you, you never fail me, do you? Well--we may as well be on our way. He's nearly asleep now.
human
Dear, you are so tired to-night. Let me call Jim over to help you carry him up.
gpt
Great Cæsar, Len! The chap's a mere bag of bones--and if he were twice as heavy he'd be no weight for me. Jim Macauley would howl at the idea, and no wonder. Go ahead and open the doors, please, and I'll have him up in a jiffy.
human
It's all right, little Hungary. We're going to put you to bed, like the small lost boy you are. Bring his fiddle, Len--he won't want that out of his sight.