"I want him to come here—just as soon as I am fit to be seen."
"He'll come to-day, if you say so," he surprised her with.
"Oh, no, no, no. Not while I'm like this."
"But he's seen you worse than this, remember. He's been in this room a dozen—a score of times."
"Here!" she exclaimed, amazed.
"Of course. While your eyes were bandaged. While the transfer was made."
"Then he saw how awful I was?"
"I fancy he didn't regard you as awful. He seemed—"
But she wouldn't let him go on. "Send him this evening," she commanded, "and I'll have the lights arranged so that I can see him while I myself am veiled by the kindly shadow."
When the surgeon was gone Nina fell to wondering once more. There were flirtations she had totally forgotten; there was no question about that. But she had always been rather a stickler for caste, and she couldn't at all reconcile the sheep-raising and the stone-quarrying with any of her lightly amorous adventures.