'Done,' said my brother, 'that's a bargain, mind.'
Somehow I don't think the S.P. would approve, do you? Such remarks are not made in the best circles.
We were very silent in the car. Once Monica turned to Ross,—
'Oh, are you sure that it's only his eyes?'
And Ross said simply,—
'Quite sure, dear, don't doubt his love,' and took her hand and held it till the car stopped at the hospital. We saw the matron first.
'He's very brave,' she said, 'and very very patient, but I'm not happy about him, he's got something on his mind. He asked for a typist the day before yesterday and dictated a letter. He hasn't slept since. You can go up and see him at once if you like.'
So Ross and I went up, and the matron promised to bring Monica up in ten minutes. Charlie was lying propped up with pillows in a little room alone. I never saw a face with such a tortured look. It nearly broke my heart.
'Who is it?' he asked, turning his poor, bandaged face towards the door, and when I took his hand he said,—
'Why, it's Meg and Ross; how jolly of you, dear old things.'