"Good nursing is the principal thing," said his mother. "I nursed my
pore dear 'usband all through his last illness. He couldn't bear me to
be out of the room. I nursed my mother right up to the last, and your
pore Aunt Jane went off in my arms."
Mr. Wilks raised himself on his elbow and his eyes shone feverishly in
the lamplight. "I think I'll get a 'ospital nurse to-morrow," he said,
decidedly.
"Nonsense," said Mrs. Silk. "It's no trouble to me at all. I like
nursing; always did."
Mr. Wilks lay back again and, closing his eyes, determined to ask the
doctor to provide a duly qualified nurse on the morrow. To his
disappointment, however, the doctor failed to come, and although he felt
much better Mrs. Silk sternly negatived a desire on his part to get up.
"Not till the doctor's been," she said, firmly. "I couldn't think of
it."
"I don't believe there's anything the matter with me now," he declared.
"'Ow odd--'ow very odd that you should say that!" said Mrs. Silk,
clasping her hands.
"Odd!" repeated the steward, somewhat crustily. "How do you mean--odd?"
"They was the very last words my Uncle Benjamin ever uttered in this
life," said Mrs. Silk, with dramatic impressiveness.
The steward was silent, then, with the ominous precedent of Uncle
Benjamin before him, he began to talk until scores of words stood between
himself and a similar ending.
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