“Yes, I am sure of it.”
“But he must think you dead! He will not know that you were saved! Ach, what anguish must be his!”
“Yes, he will suffer,” agreed the wounded girl, in a low tone.
The eyes of the tender-hearted German woman were misty as she gazed down at her patient and sought for some word of comfort.
“But think of his joy when he finds that you are not dead!” she urged. “To-morrow you shall give me his address and I will write. He will come for you, no doubt, as soon as he can.”
“Yes, I am sure of that also!”
There was a subtle timbre in the voice that caught the nurse’s ear, and she looked down again into the luminous eyes.
“You do not seem to mind your misfortune,” she said. “You seem even happy!”
The eyes which gazed up at her were softly, wonderfully brilliant. A deeper color crept into the pale cheeks.
“I am happy,” said the girl, almost in a whisper. “Very, very happy!”