“Miss Farley! Oh, good God!”
“Well, how did I know? She was very pretty.”
“Could I see whether she was pretty or not?”
“And you were always joking with her and thanking her.”
“Of course I thanked her. What else could I do?”
“You needn’t have kissed her hand. I caught you doing that one day when I was tidying up in your room.”
“Did you? Very likely. When a man is as helpless as I was his gratitude often becomes maudlin.”
“I don’t know that you need call it that. He simply falls in love with the pretty nurse who takes care of him. It was happening all the time in the hospitals. But for me—right there in your room—and shut out from everything—”
“But that wasn’t my fault. If I’d known you were there—”