On the way back to the house he had outlined the facts for her.  His father had driven out to the farm in his open roadster a week ago Sunday to see how he and Graham were getting on—­driven out alone, though he had spoken the night before, over the telephone, of bringing Paula with him.  For some reason that hadn’t come off.  Dad had seemed well enough, then, though rather tired and dispirited.  The day had begun as if it meant to be fine, for a change, but it had turned off cold again and begun to rain while they were walking over the place.  His father, he was afraid, had got pretty wet.  When they got back to the farm-house they found a telephone message urgently summoning him to town, and he had driven away, in the open car, without changing.

Rush had meant to telephone but had neglected this—­they were terribly busy, of course, trying to get things done without any labor to do them with.  He had come home Wednesday, on a promise to Graham’s kid sister that he would attend a school dance of hers.  He had dressed at home but not dined there and had seen nothing of his father until very late, about two o’clock in the morning, when he noticed a light in his room as he passed on the way to his own.

“I don’t know why I stopped,” he said.  “He was talking and his voice didn’t sound natural, not as if he was telephoning nor talking to any one in the room, either.  He was trying to telephone—­to the hospital to send an ambulance for him.  He hadn’t any breath at all, even then, and the thermometer he’d been taking his temperature with read a hundred and four.”

“But—­the hospital?”

“I know,” Rush agreed.  “It’s pretty rum.  He stuck to it.  Wanted to be got straight out of the house without rousing anybody.  He was a little bit delirious, of course.  I agreed to it to pacify him, but I telephoned straight to Doctor Darby and he told me not to do anything till he got around.  It wasn’t more than ten minutes before he came.  Paula had roused by that time, and she persuaded Darby against the hospital.  She suggested the music room herself and as soon as he saw it he said it was just the place.  They’ve got a regular hospital rigged up for him there and two men nurses.  But the main person on the job is Paula herself.  The two men keep watch and watch, but she’s there practically all the time.  They say she hasn’t slept in more than half-hour snatches since that first night.  She won’t let any of us come near him—­and Darby backs her up.  The doctors are all crazy about her.  Say it’ll be her doing if dad pulls through.  Well—­she’d better make it!”

There wasn’t time to explore the meaning of that last remark for they were then pulling up at the door.  She laid it aside for future reference, however.  She was so fortunate as to meet Doctor Darby on the stairs and so to get at once the latest and most authoritative report.