Robert scarcely noticed her touch. God, he should have brought some laudanum. It was such a common pain-killer no one would particularly mind if he slipped some into his drink.
"I... I suppose not," he stammered. He felt awful. "If, um... if Robert as actually alive, as in, only pretending to be dead for reasons of safety... if he came back, that is, do you think your sister would... would stay with the doctor?"