“That danger is past.”
“What is your name?”
“Mrs. Gerome.”
“Stand a little closer to me. I find I am almost blind. Mrs. Gerome? Your voice is strangely like one that I have not heard for many years,—and it carries me back,—back—to—” He sighed, and pressed his fingers over his eyes.
After a few seconds, he said,—
“Do give me some water. I am as parched as Dives.”
She lifted his head and put the glass to his lips,—and while he drank, his eyes searched her face, and lingered admiringly on her beautiful hand.
“Are you a regular nurse at this hospital?”
“I am engaged for your case.”
“I see no pock-marks on your skin; it is as smooth as ivory. Shall I escape as lightly?”