"My eyes," he said, "a touch of sun. Nothing particular." But she sent for a physician.
"It's nothing," Samson said. "Something I 've eaten. I 'll go to sleep."
"Dear Samson, to please me." The physician examined his eyes.
"Well?" Delilah drew him aside.
"The early days in the desert.... He is going blind."
"Is there no hope, no cure?"
"None."
A little laugh of agony came from her. Great Samson blind! The little lover blind!... Oh, God!...
"Shall we tell him?"
"No, no!" she burst out. Maybe there was some mistake! "No. We sha'n't tell him."