"Not more than half-an-hour, I think."
"Magda will have had enough of me by that time."
Nurse went away; and Magda growing more used to the light, ventured on a glance—only to snatch her eyes away too hastily.
What she saw in one hurried glimpse was a thin pale face, with a patchy complexion, scarred on the brow, with weak eyes, and the skin on one side of the mouth slightly drawn. A light lace shawl over Patricia's head hid the absence of hair—though it had begun to grow again, like a baby's.
That—Patricia! That—the lovely Queen of Beauty!
[CHAPTER XXXI]
LOST LOOKS
"YOU don't seem to have much to say," Patricia languidly remarked, as Magda sat in a dazed silence.
"It was—so kind of you to send for me," murmured Magda.
"I didn't want to do it. I don't care to see any one—till I'm all right again. But they said I must have somebody—so I thought of you."