"Oh, Billy!" Theodora's overstrained nerves were giving way. After her outbreak, after the shame which had followed and the week when she had missed her friend daily and hourly, this last was too much. After all her protestations of loyalty, he had been ill and suffering, and she had not known it, nor been near him at all.
"And you have to lie flat on your back, like this?" she demanded almost fiercely.
"Yes."
"And it hurts?"
"Yes."
"Much?"
"Some—yes, a good deal."
"All the time?"
He nodded.
"And I didn't know it, and you wanted to see me, and I never came near you." All at once, Theodora's head went down on her hands. "What did you think, Billy?"