Midnight
`` I say '' -- he gasped at last ; `` do you think -- I 'm going to die -- this time ? '' `` Surely no , my pet . It 's more asthma than bronchitis ; I 'll pull you round , please God . '' Midnight came , and when nurse left the room for a minute she found a small figure crouched down outside the door . It was Dudley . `` Oh , nurse , he 's very bad , is n't he ? Is he going to die ?