“Here are some beautiful flowers for you, Mr. Hill,” the gentle lady went on.
Hill went on reading.
“Oh, won’t you take them? Won’t you put them in water? I brought them for you because I thought you would like them.” She put them into Hill’s hand. He glanced at them without showing the slightest interest and went on reading.
“There,” she said, soothingly. “But you must put them in water, you know, or they will die.”
“I have nothing to put them in,” said Hill. “It was wicked to pick them.”
Madame Paulus got a glass from another patient. Hill stuffed the flowers into it, anyhow, and turned back to his Bible.
“Do you like chocolate?”
“Yes,” said Hill.
“Well, here is some I brought you from the Embassy.”
Hill took it and went on reading.